History Of The Object in English:
I was looking in her eyes, watching the reflexion of my own, far gone ones. The words pounding in my head: “A straight girl. How could I!”. The words that blurted: “I’ve never met a person, feelings for whom I could somehow describe. But doesn’t that mean I keep most precious things safe inside me?”
“My mate misses me. But you are my friend, aren’t you?”
I did not give an answer to her. When I got home I collapsed to the bed, trying to supress my emotions. Suddenly my hand felt a hairpin. Most likely it fell out from her hair — the night we slept there together.
A year went through. The hairpin is still at the bottom of a nightstand.
Sofia, born in 1988, Leningrad
This story was collected as a part of a collaboration between Coming Out and The Unstraight Museum called "The Artefacts", in connection to the Queer Fest 2015 in Saint Petersburg