The guests have left, the house is completely empty now - only me, the Beast and the wind. It feels so awkward - to be here all alone; I've never been alone here before. The Beast doesn't like the place either - it seems too big for him, so he's hiding in my pocket.
If only I was a child - I'd love to explore the house, but now it kind of scares me - so empty, but so full of memory... How does one get rid of memories? I'd love to know...
I've stoped crying now, but it still seems all wrong. I wish I had someone to ask for a word of advice - but there's no one here, only me and the Beast - and this diary. I became kind of attached to this diary lately - though I've never liked writing a diary before. I must be getting old
Klim is coming any minute now - so I better finish writing, or else... He always says - you better stop doing it, or else... He's the one who saved my life once - I owe him that... He's the one looking after me when I need it... He's the one loving me - what a stupid thing to do!
Bye, diary!
Ну да ладно, я не об этом:
я уже видела 
И даже сперла в свою папку с разными погрызунчиками 