Dmitri Shostakovich. (№ 292157)

The sun goes down. Seen from my window. From below the sounds of the prelude in c minor Chopin. Full Arsenal of poetry, and most importantly an incomparable feeling of loneliness. Because of him I forgive cold, rain, damp, come to terms with his departure from Leningrad, reconciled with the fact that my suitcase in the pantry, and the storekeeper output and left with the keys, to forgive constipation and much more. Luxurious view from the Windows is soothing my injured soul.