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not happen! She called him the Bird because of thin tall figure, the flying gait, the rebellious head of hair and hands. When he worked, they looked like wings and she thought he about to take off. She admired him. But he died. A long time ago. How can he talk to her now? A calm thought has come — now he can. What a kind, encouraging smile he has… So she is also dead? Not. Here she stands in front of everyone, young, strong, joyful again. The senile night gown has disappeared. A white glittering dress is on her and she even want to spin around. Almighty Lord… There in the front row — dad, mom. A sister waving her hand. Teddy. And here is a Friend. She froze for a moment, her eyes darting around, searching. He is not here. So, the time has not come yet. But they will meet, they will surely meet, now she knows! And now…

He approaches her, a little ungainly, just like on the first meeting, like on the first date. He is here — and could not be otherwise. They will not part. Never.

— I'm here, darling.

And everything disappeared, remaining behind the veil of silver shine. Like a curtain fell. The screen outside went out. Silence.

How slowly the glass sparkling in the light of a night-lamp falls… The sound of glass shattered to smithereens. A knock on the door wide open, a shadow on the threshold.

— Mother!

** On April 30, 2013, a son's message was published, according to which the actress died a few days ago. No other details of death and burial were available. According to rumors, the body was cremated, the ashes scattered.

The autobiography of the actress was never published. Told by that magical evening — still remained between her and the Guest. He is alive, he remembers everything and keeps entrusted to him in silence. The time will come — they will meet again.