Ilya Koryakov

Already at night, all the young people went to jump over the fire and dance, drink, continue to walk, but without the elders of the house and the village. The fun flowed like a river. Dancing around the fire, mead in glasses never ending, music mixed with conversations, and the fire added heat to the general atmosphereIlya was spinning with his friends and girlfriends in a dance around the fire, when he began to notice that he was getting lost in the movements, and in the fire he saw an unfamiliar silhouette. No matter how hard he tried to stop, nothing worked, he only spun more, plunging into the fog of dope. Ilya attributed it all to the alcohol, which he may have drunk too much of today. The guy came to his senses only near the river, when cold water splashed on him. But it was not he who washed her face... It was the same girl he saw in the fire. Now she seemed to be standing in front of him, knee-deep in waterIlya stared at her, gulping air in an attempt to say something. He needed an explanation of what was happening, but he couldn't ask for it himself

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