- There's no need to explain. You surely remember how I loved you. He blushed to tears and, frowning, walked on again. - Everything passes, my friend, - he muttered. - Love, youth - everything, everything. It's all a stale, common history. With years, everything passes. As it's said in the book of Job? "As the waters that have passed away." - Everyone loses their youth, Nikolai Alexeyevich, but love - that's another matter. He raised his head and, stopping, smiled painfully: - But you couldn't have loved me all your life! - That means I could have. (“Dark Alleys” [...]