a leaf in the wind. When Jasyn said hello, she barely answered him, she was out of breath. And only at that moment did Bagila have time to look at him and immediately quickly lowered her eyes. Not a trace of yesterday’s pride was left, she now looked like a kid, trusting him to the point of stupidity. “Ah, she really likes me,” thought Jasyn. “Looks like she fell in love!” He always stayed away from words such as “love”, “feeling” and “fidelity.” In any case, he had not yet met people in his life who would prove to him the reality of these words, moreover, by nature he was prone to tough relationships, and these words pricked him like bristles. And he also hated people who used them often. He never read love poems, he noted with displeasure on Tolstoy’s statements about love, about feelings, at the end of Dostoevsky’s sentimental novel “White Nights” he nervously wrote: “Does he really believe in ideal people?!” For every occasion in life, he had clear judgments. In particular, he firmly held to the opinion that romance and true love are an illusion, they confuse a person, interfere with an accurate understanding of life! He persistently cultivated this life psychology in his work. “His characters are not human. They are superhuman, devoid of human feelings,” someone once criticised him. Others agreed, arguing that it was high time to look life straight in the eye. How long will humanity pay attention to the weaknesses of its individuals. Jasyn’s works are a new realistic view of today’s prose on life, his allies would say, and only predators and sentimental fools are afraid of this view. Jasyn, who is never lost for words, lingered a little and lost the words prepared for the meeting. “Let’s go,” he said somewhat embarrassedly, point- ing at the car waiting for them, he wasn’t sure if she would follow him. Bagila did not resist, did not even ask where he wanted to take her. She followed him as if spellbound. Jasyn put her in the front seat, and he sat in the back. It was not in his mind to sit down like that, but it was as if someone had ordered him to stay away from the girl. “Peculiar!” he said to himself, closing the door behind her. “Is this really happening to me?! No, it’s impossible!” They drove
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