"I'm a very bad daughter, I'm sorry."
I suddenly realized that if I had turned around at that moment, I would have seen his smile. The smile of a father who realized that he had taught his daughter to do the right thing.
“Utyrrka listen to your heart” - I heard. And she did not act as she should, not as it would be logical, and not as a politician. I did the right thing...
And here is the sad result - I am lying naked, even under a blanket, in a terrible mangled tower, written in a terrible but very confident handwriting, admiring a solid crack in the wall, and I understand that this way I am much happier than if I had to live with the thought that the most terrible evil of my, and of this world too, died here alone, feeling useless and deciding that I would be better off without him.
