to fly stairs

I fall in sleep at 5 and at 8 I wake up mom. It’s an only time for conversations. To discuss all the important things or to tell one story. I was making her coffee, trying to discuss flat affair when she told me……

I don’t remember with which husband that was. We ve been to Murmansk, just lived together, when I had to come back to Peterburg. I was thinking too – “so I ll manage my life till summer, then it will be holiday, we will meet again and then who knows, will see. So I came to Peterburg. I had problems with my job, with absent of it actually, they didn’t want me without registration which was in Murmansk. So I sent a telegram. The answer was one word. “Come”. What a young fools. And I sat in the plane and came. I remember I came to his house and saw lights in his window. I was flying up in the stairs. So happy I was. Happy. I still remember this happiness of this silly coming back and his windows..

And it can be nothing worse then be with the man whom u don’t love. Windows of my first husband made me run away. I couldn’t watch them coming back home.

he’s coming back