Chapter 1

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Quiet night, empty street, the whole eye is reduced to the moon, which illuminates the road to the travellers, wandering at night, Newbery. Sipping wine from a glass she's watching a drunken couple, it is pointless looking for a way home, every few minutes they manage to stumble or drop something, they had to hold each other to keep from falling. For a long time they walked in circles and Abby not once, that night, noticed them under their Windows. She looked at these young and drunk people, and remembered myself at their age, they were not more than twenty-two twenty-three, Abby was already well over thirty. It seemed to her that yesterday, she also walked down the street, happily ignoring the one moment in which she lived. And now today she sits on the balcony with a glass of wine in hand and tries to peer into the night calm. This state of body and soul is the subject of dreams, the search of a lifetime for many, for such any people are willing to give away his entire fortune. Many married people seek even for a few minutes to forget his responsibility and just pour a little alcohol, and to imagine such loneliness, to let it go for a couple of minutes everything has been entrusted to you hope. Abby often thought about this, realizing that she got the worst life. Suddenly a deep thinking had to stop, as far from sober girl, walking arm in arm with the guy tripped. Abby bent down to see how she is. Turned out to be nothing serious, the guy helped her to her feet, and together they laughed, and walked to the side of the Brummel Road, soon completely disappeared from sight. The wine was a little over, and the night seemed endlessly dark and cold, but so fascinating. Making a last SIP, Abby slowly began to move away from in-depth illusions about unfulfilled dreams. The night promised to be long and until the morning came, she wanted to catch another hour or so before dawn. Approaching the mirror, standing in front of the bed, she looked at briefly examined herself, and not feeling the desire to sleep, she reluctantly went to bed and slept a wink. Her mind was pure, her heart longed for change, but she didn't understand what, and what she had to do.

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