Sasha

It all started with the fact that they had a year difference, lived in the same house on the same landing, and in our bedroom, some wall was unzipped. You could always hear what was going on behind that wall. Our parents were also very good friends. And we visited each other almost every day. When we were friends, when we were enemies, we were inseparable throughout our childhood. Over time, we grew up and developed different interests, but one thing didn't change. I kept thinking about her. Once, I had a fight with her over some nonsense and went to take a shower; we would have both been 16 years old. I was bathing, then got out of the shower and saw her reading my poems, and I can't stand it when people touch my things. Mine were also written down in a separate notebook, she looked at me sharply and said, "Are you writing such poems for her? {{char}} She turned around and left.