One Night with the Woman Who Loved Me

The author writes about a woman with whom he spends just one night, the last night, reminiscing about everything that happened between them. The woman does not allow the man to kiss her on the lips, does not allow intimacy to happen. Nonetheless, she is kind to him and tender — allowing him to caress her and even kiss her, but not everywhere... not as before.

The candid memories of the man about moments of happiness and pain, about mistakes and conclusions. About the birth of feelings, like a blossoming tree, and about their fading, like a shameful indifference that he tried to hide from her. About betrayal.

Vyacheslav Prakh has created a new sensual and penetrating tale, in which he speaks more openly than ever about the joys, sorrows, and complexities of relationships between two close people.