by Maxim Gorky
A completely friendless, forlorn and ugly human being calling herself Theresa, invents a boy friend from back home. She is aware of how pathetic she is, but she stubbornly fights the loneliness of life by accepting this invented boy friend as real. And we, in our self sufficiency do not understand or even recognize the troubles of those around us, who need our friendship and sympathy.
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