Five years ago my husband died, there was no one after him, and then, four years later, I fell in love. When we started living together, I didn’t remove the old photos of my husband from the shelf (they were harmless picnic photos), and I told the new man that he was my brother.
Once I came to work, and the man had a day off just, happy so says: ‘Finally met with your brother, he stopped by, he says, passing through town, greetings to you, asked you not to offend and protect you, good you have it, we talked, and he left recently here, he says, it’s time, or he will be late.
I asked him to wait for you, but he wouldn’t wait for me, he said he didn’t have time.
I asked in shock: ‘What brother? I don’t have any brothers! – What brother?
Well, the one in the photo with you, he hasn’t changed at all, as if he’d just stepped off a card. I fainted then, they called an ambulance, and I still get goosebumps. I am a person who has devoted 10 years to science, and who does not believe in anything but formulas and equations, now I do not know how and what to believe in next.
