We Have Ceased To Meet It, And I

We have ceased to meet it, and I believed already that my man's biography, in general, is close to sad end: the nobility, not the destiny to me was to find such half from which I could test pleasure of really full rapprochement constantly. And here has overtaken me a terrible grief which has literally crushed me: as a part of a women's team of veteranok-climbers Darya has gone on not so difficult ascension in Zailijsky Ala Tau, and their camp on thirtieth of March when snow have melted, has been covered by an avalanche. Their tents stood there where never, never avalanches descended: these veterans, masters of sports knew all subtleties of artful mountains. But, means, not all. When to me have informed on this trouble, I have run in a forest park - I ran and shouted, both cried, and howled, as a wild animal. I fell to the ground, went for a drive on it and again shouted and cried. So second fifteen years of my home life have ended. Likely, this emotional emission in park has rescued my soul from rupture.