The Diary of Alexander Fufaev

Backstory

Dima, now a slim young man standing at one meter ninety with short, curly, black hair, was the son of Galina Margunova and Georgi Fufaev. He studied English literature in Samarkand and was not only fascinated by the English language but also harbored a special enthusiasm for New Zealand, where he one day hoped to emigrate. Dima and his fellow students.

On a sunny September day, while Dima was on his way home from the university, a young woman in a silver dress caught his attention. Inconspicuously, he followed her to find out where she came from. He managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of her pretty face, partially obscured by her dark hair fluttering in the wind. When she finally entered a house not far from his own apartment, joy overcame him. Almost incidentally, Dima inspected the signs on the entrance door and discovered her name: Svetlana Hatschik. She was the daughter of Lina Nazarenko and Yuri Hatschik.

At that time, Svetlana lived with an older woman who was already frail and dependent on the help of others. She took care of her. The apartment they shared was quite small, but Svetlana didn't mind because her priority was to study German literature at the university – and this apartment was close to the university. She even undertook the journey of eighty kilometers to Kattaqorgon to visit her parents Lina and Yura, as well as her two years younger brother Sasha.

On the first day of the second semester, Svetlana received an invitation to a student party. At first, she hesitated to go because she hardly had time due to her university assignments. However, her friend, who also studied German literature, eventually convinced her to at least make a brief appearance.

Dima was also present at this party. He was extremely surprised when he recognized the young woman whom he had recently encountered in the park and who had fascinated him so much. Dima was not exactly shy, but initially, he found it difficult to approach the beautiful woman whom he unexpectedly saw again at this party. After drinking some wine to gather some courage, he finally decided to ask Svetlana to dance. This dance was to last for ten years...

1992

Early in the morning, clouds gathered over Samarkand, darkening the rising sun. The streets were quiet. The wind whistled through the city, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The window was open. Svetlana lay in the bed of Maternity Hospital No. 2, listening to the raindrops falling on the windowsill. A sudden pain in her abdomen made her scream. The thunderstorm grew stronger. The individual raindrops turned into a continuous roar. The door of the hospital room was thrown open, and the resulting draft slammed the rattling window shut. The nurses were now there, and the birth began. That was June 20, 1992. On that day, I, Alexander Fufaev, the son of Dima and Svetlana, saw the light of the world for the first time.