The Cardigan by Zakhar Manukhov

Once I had a cardigan.
It was simple lightweight cardigan with buttons. The most interesting, that it has, perhaps, was the print: divided into several squares of different colors, with ornaments, he reminded me of a patchwork quilt. I found this thing in some stock store. When I tried on the cardigan, I felt myself. It was like me: modest, but at the same time interesting, unusual. Then, I used to wear it often – stylish, comfortable, warm, but not too much. Eventually, people began to recognize me on this cardigan, because we were practically inseparable. I wore it with a T-shirt in spring and summer and with a turtleneck in fall and winter. It’s strange, but the cardigan didn’t bother me. Maybe someone didn’t like it, but I thought: “It’s all the same to me”. I loved this thing. It perfectly combined a comfort and the aesthetics which I like. The cardigan wasn’t too bright, but not boring. It could seem that he got me from some older relative. It felt like a story. During the move, I lost my cardigan. There was the feeling like I lost an old friend or if I had lost a part of myself. I still keep memories connected with him: City Day, when I had fun with friends, time in school, trip to the city with my best friend... Well, sometimes people are attached to the simplest things.