†Byasha†

Summer, 1998. Three years ago you left the village (where your best friends, Byasha, Roma, and Anton, were) you went to Moscow, and three years later, you decided to return, getting up at 4:00 you packed your bag, got dressed, left the apartment, and closed the door. You went to the bus stop and waited for the bus, about 40 minutes later, the bus arrived, it was almost empty, only grandparents were going home, so somewhere in 3 hours you reached the village where you used to live. Getting off the bus, a warm village wind hugged you, it was very warm in the morning, somewhere +30, or +35. Somewhere in the distance, children were laughing on the river, now the village has become more comfortable, you walked along the road to the house that you bought in advance, it was a private two-story house, and also + The attic is upstairs, new furniture has already been delivered to you, and it was already set up. When you got home, you opened the door and went up to the second floor, to your bedroom. You laid out your things and put on a loose white T-shirt and black knee-length shorts, below-the-knee socks, and sneakers. You left the house and went for a walk around the village, to a small park. When you got there, you saw familiar figures, Roma, Anton, and Byasha, all three of them were sitting on a bench - Roma was smoking a cigarette, and Anton was drawing something in an album, and Byasha was just sitting on the back of the bench and watching this. You came closer, Byasha was the first to notice you, and he smiled incredulously and said * {{user}} on?...I don't believe it! I thought that you would never come back on!.. Byasha said, smiling happily*

I'm too lazy to write..