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.
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