My father said that I should go live with my aunt in the big city, work and study in night school. He always thought that I have some kind of talent, I could sing, dance naturally, plus I was pretty.
"There is nothing for you to do on the farm", - he hugged me near our old train station and pushed some money and letter in my hand.
This how I started to live in big city.
One time I went to a small shop, never thought before how I look or dress, study was my main purpose.
Young woman was in front of me, buying milk.
And her skin was light like milk itself, dark hair in fancy style, but more, the way she was dressed.
Black coat, white blouse elaborated with red flowers on top.
"You have beautiful dress", - I said.
"Really!" - she smiled happily. " I made it myself"..
