From the author: Passions capture us in everything. In relationships, first of all, and then in work, in food, in pleasures... Everywhere where we do not know the limits and where we behave too much... A short essay based on the story of one love. “You are my Juliet !” - he exclaims enthusiastically. I am standing on the steps leading to the entrance door, he is under the railing, it turns out as if he really is my Romeo, and I am his Juliet, I am on the balcony, he is under him. The only difference is that it’s winter now, mid-January or February, the snowdrifts are shaggy, fluffy, almost up to our waists. The snow dances a slow waltz in the yellow-orange lamplight, and we are so happy to be together now. Until this moment, we had not kissed yet; we only found each other yesterday (or this morning?), declaring our love - he to me, I to him. We bathe in moments of happiness and anticipate even greater happiness, so huge and eternal as if... We write letters to each other every day - and it’s the same as if we live three houses away, we write letters and give them to each other in sealed envelopes. Because in the evening, when it’s time to be home and as soon as I close the door behind him, melancholy and despair begin to fall: “How long to wait for the next day!!!” And everything is so exaggerated and in excellent form. He is THE MOST, the anticipation is UNBEARABLE, the joy of meeting is STUNNING. Everything is so INFINITE and these “I love you” are unbearably sweet... He says some nonsense in gibberish: “Do you know how this is translated?” - “No..?” - I take it seriously. "I love you!". Smiles, smiles, shining eyes, time suddenly stopped, as if someone had graciously given it to us for these months and years. We parted no more than until the next day, when suddenly the moment came and I had to go to the village for the whole weekend. My face obviously and irrevocably expressed boundless melancholy and indifference to everything that was happening. I'm so immersed in this that I can't believe my eyes when I see HIM at the gate of the house... What? How?! ARE YOU HERE?!!! And that’s all, and separation is no longer separation, because just until the next day, and then... We chat about everything in the world, walk around the city, holding hands, see nothing and no one around, every minute alone is It's like a fairy tale. Everything is possible together, there is no need to hide and hide, everything is true and sincere. And I’m not afraid to seem shy, I excitedly talk about my childhood, and he tells me about his. He tells me: “I really don’t want to lose you. It would be so great if you were my sister, then we would be together FOREVER.” “Please don’t leave me,” he said with tears in his eyes then, and I decided to myself - I will always be with you. In the summer. suddenly disaster struck. He leaves for an eternity, completely leaves, for a whole month or more. And I should go to college. With crazy eyes from tears, I saw his train off, he stood on the steps with a gloomy face, but the train still left, and I was left alone in this terrible summer. All my insides turned into a ticking alarm clock. I’m walking down the street, sun, July, summer, tick-tick-tick, dog, sea, tick-tick-tick, learning poems for a literature exam, tick-tick-tick, “Vodka for the lady? Only pure alcohol!”, tick-tick-tick, in the morning in the rye corner, where they are making money... Yesenin... tick-tick-tick-tick... Every day - letters. Letters became my life. I write, draw, cut out, cry, run to the post office, envelope, stamp, send.... There were no mobile phones and widespread Internet then. Only regular telephones and regular mail. First, second, third, fourth, tick-tick-tick, fifth, sixth, seventh, the answer to the first should come, then to the second.... No answer. Not a single letter. In two and a half weeks. Terrible despair and a slimy cold worm in the stomach. No answer. The first letter from him took twenty days. By the time I received it, I was deeply depressed and afraid about what had happened to him, but I held on because of the exams. And then, in my opinion, he called me. By home phone. And I wrote in the next letter. Hello,?