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(reads: Ekaterina Semenova)

I stand on the site of the tram car, and I have no confidence about my position in this world, in this city, in my family. Even approximately I could not say what claims I have the right to present anything. I can’t justify that I am standing on this site, holding on to this loop, going in this car, that people are shunning, passing the wagon, or slow down, or stop in front of the windows ... Nobody requires this, but no one, but This is indifferent.

The car approaches the stop, the girl approaches the steps, preparing to go out. She appears in front of me

Clearly, as if I felt her. She is in black, the folds of the skirt are almost motionless, a tight -fitting blouse, with a collar made of white thick lace, she pressed her left hand with her palm against the wall, the umbrella in the right stands on the second step. Her face is dark, the tip of her nose, on the sides of a slightly pressed, rounded and wide. She has abundant brown hair, slightly disheveled on the right temple. The small ear is almost dull, but to me, because I stand close, the entire back of the right shell and the shadow of the hollow itself are visible.

I asked myself then: how does it turn out that she is not wondering, that she does not open her mouth and says nothing like that?

(translation by S. APTA)