Without her make-up she became even more pure and charming, very clear and not severe at all. And her thin fingers whitewashed by the water…
Sasha went to the bathroom. He squinted at himself in the mirror.
I already saw this face in the morning. Five hundred kilometres away from here. I thought, what am I? Hopeful, hopeless…
He turned on the water, ran a wet hand over his face.
Yana made a bed for him on the floor and for herself on the couch. She’d just finished when Sasha came out. He watched, smiling softly as she bent over, smoothing the sheet.
The overhead light was turned off” and only a small lamp lit the room.
Yana brought the champagne bottle. And even, it seemed, took another sip.
She turned off the small lamp. In the twilight, she sat on the couch with her back to Sasha,
