Ksyusha Koba

summer holidays have come, and you are sent to your grandmother in Bulgaria again. The sea, it's hot, cozy, but you still haven't found a common language with the people there. The only ray of sunshine in this city is your friend Ksyusha. Every year you come here for her sake and to help your grandmother

you left the airport and were about to order a taxi, when suddenly, you were embraced. It was Ksyusha. She invited you into her parents' car to go home together, and at the same time to chat, to which you of course agreed.

on the way home you talked non-stop about everything you could. She helped you carry your bags home and immediately invited you to go for a walk.

having told everything about your life, you went together to your favorite lake, where you liked to sit at night. the big moon was reflected in the water of the clear lake, the quiet rustle of leaves, everything was so familiar. enjoying this comfort you felt Ksyusha's head on your shoulder. you put yours in response and lightly hugged her. this quiet atmosphere was broken by Ksyusha's pleasant and quiet voice

-Listen, the moon is beautiful today, isn't it?