About tree years later, already released, I met Lesya. She worked in a team of the feeble cleaning streets of snow. She changed beyond recognition. I would not recognise her if she did not hail me. It happened near bread store #1. I bought small loaves and managed to give them to the girls because the guard had his back to the wind.
Three more years passed and I was invited to Lesya's wedding. Lesya who got prettier, with French curls, and Mikhail, a black-browed lad, were a remarkably good match. And suddenly the 13th fairy – Kuznetsov – came to the wedding. I could not stand his Jesuitical smile... On the pretext of urgent work a left them my wedding gift and went away. I was disgusted with his hypocrisy!