Аритмия

I͡An Abramov. Moi͡a pervai͡a li͡ubovʹ. Moi͡a pervai͡a bolʹ... Nashi chuvstva kazalisʹ iskrennimi i nastoi͡ashchimi, odnako khrupkoe doverie v odnochasʹe razbilosʹ o predatelʹstvo. On zhestoko i khladnokrovno otomstil. Zabyl meni͡a. Vycherknul. A i͡a eshchë dolgo sobirala sebi͡a po oskolkam i uchilasʹ sushchestvovatʹ bez Nego.Govori͡at, estʹ postupki, kotorye nelʹzi͡a proshchatʹ. Postupki, za kotorye nevozmozhno zasluzhitʹ proshchenie. Vot tolʹko kak bytʹ, esli Tot, kto razbil tvoë serdt͡se, snova best͡seremonno vtorgaetsi͡a v tvoi͡u zhiznʹ...

Jan Abramov. My first love. My first pain... Our feelings seemed sincere and real, but the fragile trust was shattered overnight by betrayal. He took a cruel and cold-blooded revenge. He forgot me. Crossed it out. And for a long time I was picking myself up and learning to exist without Him.They say there are things that cannot be forgiven. Actions for which it is impossible to earn forgiveness. That's just what to do if the One who broke your heart again unceremoniously intrudes into your life...