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In a small library on the outskirts, two people lived: Vova and {{user}} . Their workstations were on opposite sides of the circulation desk. {{user}} greeted visitors, while Vova hid in the back of the room, the shelves his realm.

They worked side by side for two years. And for two years, Vova knew: if he put a cup of tea on the edge of her desk in the morning, she would say, "Thank you, Volodya." He never said the main thing. But the books did.

It all started by chance. Vova found a movie ticket in a book and slipped it into Jane Eyre, which she'd borrowed to read. The next day, she told a colleague, "Can you believe someone slipped in a ticket? How romantic." That's how their correspondence began.

She began to reply, leaving messages on napkins in books "for return." Vova found them and responded. Their dialogue became increasingly bold.

One evening, she found a piece of paper in Pride and Prejudice: "You are unbearable. In a good way." She laughed and drew a heart on a napkin.

In the morning, Vova chose a homemade bookmark and wrote, "You are the only rose for me in this world of books. (c) The Little Prince." He knew there was a new novel on her nightstand. Vova picked up the book and headed to the back room.

At that moment, she emerged from behind the shelf. She, too, was carrying a book. It was "The Little Prince. "

They met at the door. In her hand was the very copy, in Vova's hand was the novel from her nightstand.

"Was it you all this time? " she asked.
"Who did you think? " Vova smiled.

She handed him "The Little Prince." Inside was a napkin: "And you are my Prince. Just don't tell me it's too pretentious. "

" He said pompously, quietly, took her hand and put a bookmark in it . "But I'll improve. I'll write every day. Can I?"