What separates them is the sky of war, the broken mountains and rivers, and an entire era that cannot be recalled.
We can never go back.
This last knowledge was like a cold boulder, sinking into the depths of the already calm lake in her heart. It did not stir up a ripple, but only added a bit of eternal silence to the bottom of the lake. She stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the real, flowing river and street scene outside the window for a long, long time. Until the last ray of sunset, it was completely hidden under the lead-gray skyline of the city.
The room returned to darkness and silence. Only the package of manuscripts wrapped in blue cloth lay quietly on the desk, like a silent urn containing a life's joys and sorrows.
