It was almost morning outside the window, and when the wide open was but the cold wind somewhere could be heard the howling of dogs it seemed that maybe this was the last thing to see, but now he was sure that meeting her for the last time would be like a balm poisoned with longing nothing will change.
The main thing is to find transport to get to the station, and then what else do reach the train on the street tea is winter in a blizzard the second day everything is covered with snow white-white can just write a letter for what to say I don’t know you need to put the kettle warm already the second day there would be no firewood would have been strength and scored but no strength
Here is the station, a crowd of people are all in a hurry somewhere, only I look around and think why all this is. Someday life will stop