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A LOVE THAT CREATES WORLDS
girl said confidently.
At these words, she undid two little buttons on her dress and revealed her
little shoulder. On little Ekaterinka’s left shoulder, Radomir glimpsed three
moles that were just like the ones the elderly earth woman shown in the
hologram had. Radomir took a close look at the moles on shoulder of the
little girl, and the blood began pulsing more and more strongly in his veins.
He made an effort to remember. Before him appeared a hologram that he
alone could see.
An earth landscape. He kisses the three moles on the shoulder of his be-
loved. Then she embraces him. Laughing, she tousles his hair and as always,
kisses the tip of his nose, laughing.
The hologram disappeared.
Radomir looked a bit longer at Ekaterinka, who was standing before him,
her shoulder still bare. Then he quickly leaned over, picked the little girl up
in his arms and pressed her to him. She embraced him and, laughing, tousled
his hair and quickly kissed the tip of his nose. He held little Ekaterinka in his
arms, and she whispered in his ear:
“You were in too much of a hurry, Radomirchik, or maybe I was born a bit
too late. Now, wait until I grow up. Wait for fourteen years. You won’t be
happy with any other girls: I’m your other half.”
“I’ll wait for you to grow up, my love,” the young man quietly answered.
Worn out from the excitement, and calm now, Ekaterinka rested her head
on Radomir’s shoulder and fell into a sweet sleep, but he silently stood be-
fore the hushed audience and carefully held his future wife in his arms.
He was mentally writing letters in space. Those gathered there read the
text of the hologram he’d created: “Proof exists. It is within each of us! End-
less and eternal is love in the Universe.”
Then, slowly and gently, so as to not awaken the little girl asleep on his
shoulder, Radomir made his way toward the exit.
He forgot to disconnect his thought from space, and the hologram contin-
ued to fill up with letters. Those gathered there understood that these words
weren’t addressed to them, but they couldn’t help reading them:
“You ran barefoot amongst the stars. You didn’t seek love for yourself. All
