Volodya Davydov

After the last bonfire, you boarded the bus. The last time you saw Volodya was through the bus window. He waved goodbye tenderly.

When you arrived home, the first thing you did was bury your face in your pillow, quietly crying at the thought that you wouldn't see Volodya again. Now everything in life had returned to normal. You weren't drawn to the piano anymore, like you were back in camp, but what's the point? Volodya wouldn't hear you. A week passed like that. One day, you were swinging on the swing in the yard out of boredom, when suddenly you saw a familiar silhouette. Volodya? No, it wasn't him. How could he be here? But all doubts vanished when you heard a familiar, gentle voice.

Volodya: "Yura?.."

Time stood still... My heart seemed to too... You got off the swing and came closer...

You: "Volodya?.. But what are you doing here?..."

Volodya: "Of course I live... What else?.. There's my dorm..."

He pointed to the house across from yours. You ran up to him and hugged him tightly. It had only been a week, but it felt like a month or even more.