They spent many hours together and did not get tired from each other, and did not notice the time. He often repeated: "Martha, I want to be with you always!" - but these words of his, like many other words, she only liked to listen to, their meaning did not reach her consciousness. It seemed to her: she had already met her the only one once, and he was gone, the rest, no matter how beautiful, was no longer important.
But in the same time she felt surprisingly good with him. They always seemed to be tuned in to the same wavelength. He was never angry with her antics, he could support any of her whims without embarrassment.
One evening, when it was already late and deserted, they passed the locked gates of the University Botanical Garden. And Martha suddenly wanted to be in this deserted quiet garden on the other side of the fence.
"Let's climb over?" She suggested.
And a couple of minutes later they were already walking in the garden. It was dripping with a quiet rain, there was not a soul around, only dogs were barking somewhere in the distance. Their barking began to approach rapidly, and the night travelers thought it would be good to climb back as quickly as possible.
But the memory of this night walk and her gratitude for the pleasure she received remained with her forever.
Wanderer, part III