Sarkis Tsaturyan

The three weeks spent by the Khristenko family in Feodosia flew by almost instantly. In the first days, the guests, through negligence, burned out under the burning Black Sea sun, and for several subsequent days they were forced to sit at home. Then they went on excursions to Alushta, Yalta and Sevastopol. In each of the cities they stayed for two or three days, examined them in detail and, of course, bathed. While Khristenko was engaged in the usual pastime for a spa visitor, Vardan was intensively preparing to move to Armavir. Since I had to move with my family, there were plenty of worries. On the eve of the return of the guests home, the final showdown between Lyudmila and Vardan took place.

From the fragmentary phrases that they exchanged from time to time, Vardan came to the conclusion that Lyudmila Vladimirovna had carefully read the letter and understood it correctly. It only remained to bring final clarity and put all the points over i. A frank conversation took place on the Feodosia beach, where guests and hosts, as always, arrived in a noisy company. Quickly dressing the children, Lyudmila grabbed their hands and they ran to the water.

She always liked to walk barefoot on the sand, pleasantly feeling its warmth, and sometimes unbearable heat. Now that she was a grown woman, it seemed to her that it was indecent to walk barefoot, even on the beach, even accompanied by young children. When you grow up, something changes. The former ease, inner freedom is lost. Dreams are fading and disappearing… At the very edge of the shore, Lyudmila took little Olenka in her arms, somehow suddenly, for no reason, stopped and looked at the surging sea.