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20 years later.
March 23, 1994 I went to the Pope in the hospital where he was being treated for cancer.
The mood was ugly. It did not exist. On the eve of the girl I love unrequited, told me that she was pregnant by another man.
The bus was almost empty, but somehow I got no place to empty double, and next to a girl reading a book. Took out a notebook and began to write. I was always writing something.
Girl sometimes with interest then glanced at me, then at the notebook. Then I told her in the same notebook and wrote: let's get acquainted. She took my pen and wrote: Come on.
Twenty years have passed. It's more than she was then. Like anything everything. Two children.
And all these years we celebrated two holidays at the same time: my father's birthday and the anniversary of dating.
However, Dad died last year. From other cancers. So this year's birthday will not.
And Katya and I, of course, note.
hence
The mood was ugly. It did not exist. On the eve of the girl I love unrequited, told me that she was pregnant by another man.
The bus was almost empty, but somehow I got no place to empty double, and next to a girl reading a book. Took out a notebook and began to write. I was always writing something.
Girl sometimes with interest then glanced at me, then at the notebook. Then I told her in the same notebook and wrote: let's get acquainted. She took my pen and wrote: Come on.
Twenty years have passed. It's more than she was then. Like anything everything. Two children.
And all these years we celebrated two holidays at the same time: my father's birthday and the anniversary of dating.
However, Dad died last year. From other cancers. So this year's birthday will not.
And Katya and I, of course, note.
hence
