From the author: This is a story from my client, I am publishing it with her consent. Timeless repetition ---It was pouring rain outside the window - one of those that, catching a good-for-nothing pedestrian on the street, will leave him soaking wet in a minute However, roaring and laughing, it will calm down in a quarter of an hour. It seemed that the gray clouds that covered the sky and were crying in cool large drops were sad along with her. Swinging her leg, she sat at the table and looked emptyly into the gray darkness outside the window. “When will the sun come out?.. However, wherever you look, gray boredom and rainy melancholy stretched out.” into fairy tales. In the morning, zipping up the black pencil skirt that so elegantly completed her business look, she hid her daydreaming in a corner. The deepest and inaccessible to anyone. In order not to be vulnerable, weak, conservative-feminine. In order not to be yourself.- ...Nikolai, where are you from? - My mother is from Germany, my father is from Switzerland, and I grew up in the USA.- ...The silence in response to a simple phrase in a conversation rang louder than the expensive service from which the guests scraped leftover wedding treats, clanking silverware, at his upcoming celebration... For some reason, the answer was not what she expected. Poland, Slovakia, maybe Serbia, but not this combination. Suddenly taken by surprise, she felt embarrassment rising from the depths and spreading red across her cheeks. Her insightful, usually quick to react rational side could not explain these emotions and just as insightfully, with a squinted eye, observed what would happen next... --- [Falling in love]... And then there was weightless lightness, butterflies (or some other insects ), fluttering in the stomach, warmth and joy from meetings and spiritual closeness. Deception. Enveloping her out of his own inexperience, naivety, dreaminess. How can you look and not see the obvious? This question was probably asked by many teenage girls when their ideal idea collapsed like a house of cards. When indifference “suddenly” turned out to be an absence of deep feelings, and not a sign of fear. When forgetting to call actually meant completely different priorities and interests at this stage of life. When a goodbye hug was an expression of friendly affection, not love... However, caught in the whirlwind of her own feelings, she did not distinguish between fantasy and reality. So any invitation to dinner, to the theater or for a walk meant another step towards their happy romantic reunion and each discovery of common interests was a mandatory confirmation of the reality of their brewing connection... The look of her expressive blue eyes radiated tenderness and warmth, admiration for him and a promise to comprehend the secret love together, together. She hoped that irrationality, sensual preoccupation with the present would bring her happiness this time... My dear dreamers, after all, not this time!---[Pain] It all ended in a boringly trivial way. Or it’s boring to the point of triviality. I can’t give an exact definition. He had a girlfriend. She knew about it. She knew and more than once listened to an annoying lecture from the rational part of her - about morality and pride, about the futility and unreality of these relationships. She listened and did not hear, knew and did not realize it. She was happy in the whirlpool of her feelings and emotions. One day, sitting in a bar with her and another friend, he began talking about the girl, showing her photographs. In reality, it turned out that [Yoko] is of German-Japanese descent, older (and probably wiser) than him, lives in Austria and travels often, giving him freedom and time to understand himself. She came up with the last one herself. This made it easier to cope with the pain that suddenly gripped her and squeezed her lungs, preventing her from breathing, thinking, or reacting. A ringing sound was heard. The clink of an expensive set, from which guests scraped off the remains of wedding treats, clanking with silverware, at his upcoming celebration. After all, this celebration will surely happen someday. This is the cruel inevitability of reality. They suit each other. Like John Lennon and Yoko Ono.