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I first saw her at the collective farm. Yes, at the collective farm, when we were on our practical training as first-year students, working in the tomato fields, helping to harvest the crops, so to speak.

Nastya was quiet; my eyes were immediately drawn to her large eyes – such a pure being. I remember how we devoured fresh peppers together, even though before the collective farm, I had only eaten them boiled. But here, I was so hungry that even a tomato straight from the vine was delicious.

After getting to know Nastya, we decided to live together in the dormitory, in the same room. Her parents were not ordinary people; I realized that right away. Nastya had branded, expensive clothes and shoes. Her mother arranged for the room, and we ended up with our own separate quarters: Room 7!

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Nastya and I spent our short student evenings together. Short because we were always busy with our studies at the institute. In the evening, we would make tea and have heartfelt conversations. It was warm and cozy. Nastya was kind-hearted, good, and sincere.

After graduating from the institute, we kept in touch with Nastya, and she called me every year on my birthday. I eagerly awaited her call each birthday. Now she was calling from England, where she had settled well and worked as a doctor. Meanwhile, I moved to work in my small hometown.