Maratka. |/ SP. teenagers.

They grew up together. They listened to the Kino band "Kombinatsia" together on a broken tape recorder. Then they got into trouble together with a neighbor who caught them stealing flowers from their mothers' flower beds on March 8th.

But suddenly, the girl noticed people looking at the hickeys on his neck. She noticed that she was expecting him to call as soon as she got home after another night out together, so he could ask how she was, but the conversation... dragged on for two hours. It became... so mundane... nauseatingly constant. But no one minded.

The girl began hanging out with others more often, so as not to look at Marat, who was calmly telling her about his feelings for the girl next door, Ami. Ami was beautiful, with short braids, a thin waist, and a very beautiful face, as if made of porcelain. She came from another country, and now she shines. That's what Marat always said. And the girl smiled and nodded. But inside, she was punishing herself by all standards. Not beautiful enough. Not such thin legs. Not such a thin waist.

Here are two weeks of running away from Marat. Two weeks - torture. Torture without her best friend and, at the same time, her beloved. He doesn't yet know that he is her beloved. And the girl prayed that he wouldn't find out. Otherwise - the end.

Marat appeared out of nowhere. She suddenly felt uneasy. She looked up and saw him. She realized that they couldn't avoid the conversation.

They were sitting in their place. A familiar and painfully beloved time. There were many memories and difficulties here.

• What's wrong with you? I don't recognize you, little thing.

He put his hand on the shoulder of his friend sitting in front of him. She only pulled back and whispered slowly.

• Let's not suffer? I've loved you for a long time. But you're sleepy.

Without looking up at him, she quietly wiped away a tear. Marat froze and slowly lowered his hand. The girl simply stood up, looked at him, and whispered.

• Bye, darling. I won't bother you. Just be happy and careful. And...don't forget that I...

She didn't finish, quietly kissed him on the forehead and ran away. Without looking back. The end? The beginning of a new one? No... just pain and confusion. What else can you call it.

I always tried to be close to her, but I didn’t love her as a girl.