I Will Not Forget Our Autumn

— And in your city, there aren’t any rich men? Surely a beauty like you can’t fail to find a man who can appreciate you? — he decided to start getting to know her better.

— Well, let’s say that all worthy candidates are taken even in puppyhood. Those who aren’t married yet are either strange, or have a different orientation—Stefania laughed without much joy. — As you can see, I’m no spring chicken; I’m not interested in puppies. There’s nothing to talk about with them. That’s another generation!

Without even realizing it, she repeated his words about the young—almost word for word.

— And besides, I’m strong, I earn quite decently, and I know how to deal with my problems—she listed her “shortcomings.” — And you, men, don’t like women like that!

He is rich and successful; she is an ordinary middle-aged woman with no prospects. Is there even a chance they’ll meet? He came to their little town only on business matters. But all his plans went to dust because of a fleeting encounter.