Nasha malen'kaia zhizn' [Our Little Life]

Maria Metlitskaya lifts the curtain, behind which is someone else's life, but the reader always wants to say: "It's me." I sobbed at the airport, seeing off my beloved and knowing that I would never see him again. It was me, having met my first love, I realized that I could not enter this river a second time. I suddenly realized that youth flew quickly and it was impossible to return it. And everyone will say: the heroes of Metlitskaya coped with all the trials of fate. So I can and I can handle it.