The dormant ember

Where did those passionate feelings vanish that turned your days into a living hell, brought you to the brink of collapse, causing you to abandon your tents and flee? Because time, due to painful memories, strips you of your senses and compels you to walk beside her, linking your arm with hers, as you think and wonder: Where did that wild turmoil vanish that turned your days into a living hell, brought you to the brink of collapse, causing you to abandon your tents and flee?...
And “Nuzha,” she thinks you are frank and bold, and she looks at her with that appreciative look, even if you pour clomisol into your ears and do not know that what focused you to this modern end was not manhood and fear… and she spoke when she said to you in a moment of emotion: “You are Japan”… If you had, in fact, an atom of womanhood, you would have kidnapped her and saved yourself and saved her… Where did that wild emotion disappear to, the one that turned your days into hell and pushed you to the brink of collapse, which made you abandon your tents and run away? The time has come, and those painful memories steal your senses and compel you to walk near them, clinging to their arms, as you contemplate and wonder: Where did that unbridled passion go, the passion that turned your days into hell and drove you to the brink of collapse, causing you to abandon your tents and flee?... And "Nuzha" thought you were outspoken and courageous, looking at you with that dignified gaze, even as she whispered sweet words in your ear, unaware that what brought you to this state was not bravery and chivalry, but cowardice and fear... She was right when she told you in a moment of anger: "You are a coward"... If you had possessed even an ounce of courage, you would have dared to seize it and save yourself and her...