Evening. A shop. A counter—the place where I spent half my life. My name is Irina Petrovna, I’m sixty-three years old, and I can say with confidence: life didn’t turn out. After all, once there were so many plans, hopes, dreams! And today is my birthday, yet the festive cake isn’t even something I can share with anyone…
But something childlike—long forgotten—suddenly stirred in my soul, and I still made a wish. And it came true…