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– We did not wake you up. You were sleeping so soundly. Vina had not yet recovered from her sleep and was looking at her mother’s aged face.

– Mom, I am so glad to see you. Nirmala brought coffee into the room. «How did you know I was awake?»

– I am your mom. You always woke up at this time when you were a girl. These words painfully echoed in the soul of Guilt, but she did not show it.

– Have I aged so much?

– No. Grown up. Vina took the cup from her mother’s hand and took a small sip of coffee.

– This is exactly what I have been missing all these years. Nirmala looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

– What are you going to do?

– I do not know. Maybe I will go to the beach.

– I am not letting you go alone. Your brother will go with you.

– OK. Let him go. I will stay at home for a while. Vina did not want to leave the house, her condition was actually depressed, and she did not know where to start yet. She had a lot of ideas and ideas in her head, but she did everything by force. Her love for Arthur gave her strength, and knowing that her lover loved only her until his last breath, this was what gave her the incentive to move on. It was only in the evening that Vina left the house, her brother followed her, not paying attention to it, she completely forgot about her mother’s request. Vina spent the whole evening on the beach, where Arthur initiated her into Islam. These memories were so painful that the girl could not hold back her tears and burst into tears. She still could not understand why she had suffered such a bitter fate. Mansur ran up to her