The Color of Love - US

For Klim, everything was always clear and distinct. Black and white. Understandable gray. Other colors meant pure invention, having nothing to do with reality. It's just that Rora's freckles actually resembled rusty spots and a scattering of tiny tangerines, although she certainly was not a product of imagination. He remembered her as a little neighborhood girl who persistently left drawings on his car. And she suddenly turned into a mysterious girl who managed to dilute his heart with her watercolors.