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  JohnMalcovich

  5 мая 2019

  "And I've been oh so many nights, Just feeling sorry for myself - I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high -"

  
  Nobody knew that their marriage was on the verge of the inevitable divorce, still some might to smell the smoke, the odour, the ash rustle of their incinerated matrimonial relations just when they talked to each other. Donna’s life resembled typical solitary confinement, but she could still look through the prison walls made of glass just to see helplessly her former husband taking away their children. Her children! After that she felt herself nothing but a goner. Philosophically speaking, she was irrelevant, her hairstyle was irrelevant, and last, but not least her love for her children was irrelevant as well just because they had been gone. She managed to survive the court hearings, the judge’s glances and the attorney’s tricky questions. But she was caught off-guard by the necessity to find an answer to the question: “WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO NOW?”. To find it immediately. Because Victor could make her lovely children forget her like a black-and-white movie. But she did not want to be black-and-white. Donna made up her mind to reincarnate her colorful life and retrieve her children. And she did it. Finally, Victor was left behind like dinner remnants, like a greasy dish, like a spoiled wish. And she even did not kiss him good-bye!

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