Lovna Tityana was once the most dazzling socialite in Moscow. When she was seventeen, she met Boris Smirlov at a ball. He was gentle, decent, and remembered all her preferences... She thought that was love.
Until her father was accused of treason, her once considerate husband put the divorce papers in front of her and forced her to sign.
She fled Moscow with her daughter Varya. She chose a place name at random - Yemal. This remote village she had only glimpsed once on a map.
There were endless firewood, endless snow, and a silent naval officer - Potapov.
Potapov said he had met her many years ago. Under the plane trees in Livadia Park, Crimea. He wrote letters to her, sent from Samara, in a clumsy but earnest handwriting.
"Do you still remember? The sun was very bright that day, and you were wearing a light-colored skirt..."
But Lovna has never been to Crimea, never.
The pain will not transfer, but the tragedy will continue.
The place names were randomly found on the map, so don't take them seriously and make assumptions.
The inspiration comes from a reading in the Chinese language paper of the college entrance examination. Because the original text has a developmental ending, I wrote a prologue for fun. I apologize for not being able to compare with the original text. Thank you.
Purpose: Keep your promise