Tatyana Ustinova. My personal enemy (№ 234634)

Alexander looked out the window, at the little Church and the theater, "Lenk", which has already begun formal exit machines. All parked, honked and swore, and in a narrow street in both directions, long and hopelessly snaked monstrous tube. The disciplined traffic light switched from red to green, but all his efforts were in vain with no one moved.
Somehow, Alexander felt that in this bad traffic jam concentrate the Blues, which only exists in nature, and the hopelessness, and the impossibility of salvation, the world will not allow neither left nor right, neither forward nor back...