Tatyana Vasilyeva. Twilight cruise.
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Imperceptibly, it was lunchtime. Alice decided to spend the remaining fifteen minutes in the open air and went on deck. Passengers crowded on the quay, among them Alice saw a tall, athletic-built young man — a black-haired man, with a sprinkling of gray strands — the last sob of fashion. She shuddered involuntarily and looked away. "Can not be! What is he doing here ?! ” Her heart, ready to sink into the stomach, pounded loudly. When she looked at the crowd again, the man was no longer there. “It just seemed to me. After all, he swore that he would never again remind of his existence. ” She smiled bitterly. Yes, “existence” for people like him is the most accurate definition. I must admit that all these four years he kept his word. And now? No, it's not him. What should he do here? She just got lost.