Rose rose in the garden. The wind fell in love with her. They were completely
different, he - light and bright, she - motionless and as heavy as blood.
A man came in wooden shoes and broke off his bare hands
Roses. The wind leaped after him, but the man slammed the door in front of him.
"May I be petrified," he cried unhappily. - I could change
World, I could not go back many years, but I know that it is waiting forever.
The wind understood that in order to suffer, one must be faithful.