Провинциалка в высшем свете. Ни дыма, ни огня

Govori͡at, tolʹko vremi͡a i rasstoi͡anie lechat razbitoe serdt͡se. V ėto i͡a verila, navsegda, kak mne togda kazalosʹ, uezzhai͡a iz Briastli͡a - goroda, v kotorom perezhila stolʹko neveselykh prikli͡ucheniĭ i ispytala gorechʹ nerazdelennoĭ li͡ubvi. Ot plameni bylykh strasteĭ v moeĭ dushe ne ostalosʹ ni dyma, ni ogni͡a.Dolgai͡a razluka pomogla mne zabytʹ obidy i primiritʹsi͡a s proshlym. Po kraĭneĭ mere, imenno ėti slova i͡a povtori͡ala kazhdyĭ vecher pered snom, svi͡ato veri͡a v ikh pravdivostʹ. I vse-taki… Vse-taki ne umirala robkai͡a nadezhda, chto odnazhdy vse izmenitsi͡a. Slishkom mogushchestvennomu cheloveku i͡a brosila vyzov svoim derzkim pobegom pri͡amo iz-pod ego nosa.I i͡a ne ponimai͡u, chego boi͡usʹ bolʹshe: chto odnazhdy on naĭdet meni͡a. Ili chto ne stanet iskatʹ.

They say only time and distance heal a broken heart. This I believed, for ever, as it seemed to me at the time, when I left Briastle — the city where I had experienced so many sad adventures and experienced the bitterness of unrequited love. There is no smoke or fire left in my soul from the flames of former passions.The long separation has helped me forget my grievances and come to terms with the past. At least, these were the words I repeated every night before going to bed, believing them to be true. And yet… Still, there was a faint hope that one day everything would change. I defied an overly powerful man with my daring escape right under his nose.And I don't know what I'm more afraid of: that one day he'll find me. Or that he won't look.