"We were with my husband in a cafe and drinking coffee ..."

We were with my husband in a cafe and drinking coffee.

Her husband was young and beautiful, and I loved him.

I wore an old coat, which spoiled my life. I suffered from an inferiority complex, and hated that coat that is not warmed, but only disfigured me.

The cafe was cheap and tasteless coffee.

And I dreamed that one day we'll drink good coffee in a nice restaurant, and I'll be fashionably dressed. Her husband looked at me with shining eyes, he loved me and did not know what I grieve.

... He died young, and I stayed.

And then my life has been a lot of different cafes and coffee, and a lot of fashionable coats.

But it was not.

I am often reminded of this episode when I had everything, but I did not know about.



An excerpt from the book by Elena Horn "On fireflies and humidors»

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