A violinist died in a god - страница 12

– Are you worried it's wasted? – Sasha's eyebrows got close to each other.

– Well… I am.

– Who told you it's true? You're blooming. You aren't yet late to start anything. You're alive, you hsine with energy. Turn your back on Iosif and don't compare yourself to him. Don't compare yourself to me – what I do wasn't my desire. You started it because you yourself wanted it. Isn't this wealth?

– You're right, Sasha. I never looked at my life by this angle.

– You have time. – She looked at the dark above us. – Time will give you what you lost. It won't give it to me.

– Sasha, what do you mean?

– Time won't give me back my mom.