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He didn't want to let her go until the very end. He hoped it was just a bad dream. That this is just an illusion of Kussanali. But nothing changed. Her blood seeped into the white tissue. She penetrated his heart and left only voracious darkness in him.***
"Day 364 A year has already passed since her death. I am sitting not far from this place. Just like that day, it rains. Kussanali tried to help me, but it was of no use. Everything is so gray. She gave at least some meaning to my life. She added color to it. Her words still echo in my head. Her voice... How I miss it..." Closing his small diary, which Nahida advised him to keep, he approached a small river. It was a little cool, but it was very attractive to the Wanderer - This is not the life you wished for me, my dear. With these words he went into the water. Her coldness touched his legs and seemed to hug them. Feet, ankles, knees... Having reached the thighs, the penultimate words sounded into nowhere - I love you The light from the moon illuminated everything around. He played on the surface of the water while the guy gradually went deeper and deeper into the arms of the cool river - Sorry... The last breath disappeared into thin air. The light of the god's eye slowly faded in the water, and the hat came off from his pitch-black hair. The eyelids slowly closed as the lungs filled with crystal clear water. The limbs give up from the cold, and the brain is trying to do something to save itself. As mortals said, “At such moments, life flashes before your eyes.” And amidst all the flood of memories, he remembered his first name, which his mother gave him. His beloved gave it to him - Your name is...