Криничка

Everything is just like with people: Maria swears she loves Ivan, Ivan dreams of Galya, and Galya is probably waiting for someone at that very well. Everyone drinks the water as if it were a potion capable of making love eternal. But all it does is give them a slight buzz. The kind that makes you want to sing, braid your hair, laugh until dawn, and not think about the fact that tomorrow they will be looking for “that girl in the village” again.

Here, love is like a summer day: it smells of grass, burns your cheeks, and makes your head spin a little. No one is immune; everyone is slightly bewitched. And even if tomorrow everything will be forgotten, today you can still fly, even without wings.