Elinushka. It's raining outside the window... (№ 446478)

Outside the window it is pouring rain, as if wanting to flow in cold jets not only on the windowsill, but also into the soul. Drops drum on the dark glass, distorting the light of neighboring houses, street lamps and passing cars in the bustle. Darkness envelops the city, driving people to large sofas in warm apartments, to small cafes in corners with glasses of wine and conversations, or to the back rows of cinemas with endless films about love, gunfights or the salvation of the universes by brilliant heroes. It is precisely such evenings with memories of the main, joyful and valuable things that we always keep deep in ourselves or even in small frames from the recent past that warm our hearts.