My very first story. I hesitated for a VERY long time, but decided to post it. Please don't throw tomatoes! It was a long time ago... a test of the pen... I wouldn’t write something like this now, or I would have written it differently, but I don’t want to touch the story, because it reflects a certain stage in life. How often do we not see what is right under our noses? And we also often make up things that don’t actually exist. A group of young girls and boys went on vacation. Marina was interested in the “newcomer” - the mysterious and charming Denis... Is friendship possible between a man and a woman?