Pianist. The Warsaw diaries (№ 391284)

The fading day was perfect! The sun had already disappeared behind the houses, but the crimson glow was still lying on the roofs and reflected in the Windows of the upper floors. Swallows drew in the sky, whose deep blue gradually pale, cooling down. The crowd in the street thinned, and Golden and pink-crimson light of the evening it was not so dirty and miserable.