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Вадим Иванович Кучеренко
In Year of Active Sun
Only the boy each day came to the shore standing there for a long time staring at the ocean. Sometimes he was lying on the sand with his eyes closed thinking about something. At nights he made a fire and kept it burning till morning. He was waiting. He was hoping and waiting that she would ever come back.
Waiting for her for the whole eternity, that was ahead of him.
