аннотация
The lights of the night city flickered in the
porthole, gradually turning into a scattering of tiny diamonds on dark velvet.
Tears flowed by themselves, without requiring my control. A kaleidoscope of memories spun in my head: familiar faces, familiar streets, cozy evenings. All this remained down there, and ahead was only a foggy prospect, woven from hopes and fears. A year is an eternity. Anything can happen in that time.