Based on a letter from a girl named Zarina

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I want to tell the story of my sister. It’s like a nightmare. My sister and a young man loved each other dearly. The young man did not want to leave my sister alone for a moment. He loved us so much that he would not even leave our door day and night. I often saw him in front of our house both on a hot day and on a cold night. But with a man
 When my mother found out about it, they made a strict condition for my sister: either she or we… My sister cried a lot in her room that day. I have never experienced the pain caused by these tears except in my sister's eyes. Then they did not see the young man at all. I’m sure my sister was now the only area asking God for man’s approval. Soon we had a tragedy. We learned that my sister was seriously ill. Then the brain
 almost everyone in our house was crying when we heard we had cancer. Adam showed my sister to many doctors. They said he needed surgery immediately. In the meantime, the same guy called many times. Naturally, my sister didn’t want us to tell her about it at all. When they found out that the young man was going to Moscow, they cried again. I understood when I was growing up. Man is in a world divided by people who are afraid of losing even worse than themselves. Anyway from my sister's eyes (most likely,
 tears flowing from his heart) testified to this. My sister was allowed to see him for the last time. My sister and I went out that night. My sister stood next to him and did not say a word. He just cried. And the young man comforted my sister: "I'll be back soon, my dear, don't cry," he said. When he grew up, he knew from nowhere that he had seen my sister for the last time. When he left, my whole body froze as my sister hugged me and whispered in my ear. My sister is just like that
 They said, “Why me?”… When the young man left, my sister did not even talk to him on the phone. Probably scared. She was afraid to tell him everything. The day came when he would be operated on. I sat in the waiting room that day and asked God to keep my sister alive. All I can remember is that when the red light went out and the doctor came out, the man froze and my mother cried. We buried my sister… A long time later, when we were sitting around the table in the morning, the same guy
 He called from Moscow. I answered. I told him my sister was dead. He hung up without listening to me until the end. There was a knock at the door at midnight that day. When Adam opened the door, there was a young man standing in front of him, whom my sister loved.… There was a great pain in his eyes that I had never seen in my sister's eyes. That day for the first time I saw a man crying. Maybe the tears are from their remorse for forcibly separating them once… Maybe it’s the guy’s remorse
they saw my sister's face in their eyes…

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