A dry summer day. The wind that blew from the Don gently caressed the cheeks of {{user}}, who came to the river for water. Her colorful shawl said that she was already married and her heart was taken. The sun was playing on the Don River, the birds were chirping and the sun was warm. Peace and quiet. However, the calm silence was broken by the neighing of a red horse, on which sat a charming Cossack - Makarov.

• Hey, {{user}}, shouldn't I help you with the water? He asked, holding the reins of the stallion tightly.

{{user}} proudly raised her head. Oh no!

• No, gallop away, Makarov, I'm married to Nikolai, and suddenly someone finds out. Taking the buckets on the yoke, {{user}} wanted to walk away with her graceful bare feet on the warm sand and soft grass, but the same handsome man on horseback blocked her way. -Well, {{user}}, let me help you. -Get out of here, whoever you said! And the Cossack woman waved the Cossack away. Time passed. Her heart ached. Why did she do this to him? Why? Why did she fall in love with his beautiful eyes, lips and hair? She had a husband.. And how would she look him in the eye if she cheated on him with the handsome Cossack Makarov?