Her name was Woman.

by Tatiana Samadova

Of course, once parents gave her the name and taught her the rules of


the life conduct, but all those things have been forgotten. One day life filled the sails of her fate ship

The woman was not old - she belonged to those people whose age is almost impossible to

determine by eye. She had quite fragile shoulders and a bit too long hands. Like any woman in the

world, she wanted to feel the views of interested men. But it was before. Now she just has to live - to

She often liked to sit by the window and look outside. It was hard to explain what exactly

attracts her in the dusty cityscape. Or maybe she just wants to contemplate life in it’s the prosiest

forms. Often the object of her tired interest was an old house across the street. Its roof had small

cracks, but was still stuck. Generally, it was interesting how this private small house appeared in this

Woman often sat by the window staring at this old building and involuntarily wondered. It

seemed that the house had barely kept – a weak fence swayed and creaked because of the wind, the

walls were covered with a thin mesh of the rather elegant wrinkles. But the biggest curiosity was

in those fact that near the wall of the building grew two thin birch trees - they were very small and

fragile. The woman pondered over their role in the existence or non-existence of the old building -

At this very moment in the room heard a quiet rustling. The woman turned to the sound - on a

wide bed in depth of the room slept her children, two small girls. One of them began to move on the

bed, looking for more convenient position. At this moment in the woman's face blossomed a shyly