About the book: year / - Vikochka, what does the boy look like? - Mom, he is no longer a boy. Hefty fellow. Military. Black hair and brown eyes. I looked around at all my people in turn and felt ashamed - they worry about me, they care about everything that happens to me. - Extraordinarily beautiful, mother, simply dazzling. I'm next to him, like a bug in a booth. The mood quickly deteriorated. - That's why you didn't believe him? - Mom whispered. - Mommy, I believed it, but I didn’t believe it... The train left. I forgot to think about him. He was left in another world altogether.