Anna, whom I loved

Lilya knows: at sixteen it is enough to love, even just watching from afar the one you adore. But when one day the dream kiss happens - life turns into a fairy tale. However, at twenty-three, the realization dawns: fairy tales do not exist and have never existed. Therefore, you have to ask yourself uncomfortable questions. Why did everything go wrong? Who is to blame for this? And most importantly, do we really know those we love?

This story is tender and sensual. Painful and real. It resembles the touch of cold water: after the first slight discomfort, it becomes calm and the water circulates in circles. Many of us have a similar story, mostly buried deep in our memory.

A story about how we find the strength to recognize ourselves, to recognize ourselves in the mirror.