Из окна моего маленького уютного "офиса" виден двор......

From the window of my little cozy "office" you can see the courtyard ... and the arch overlooking the noisy Kamennoostrovsky prospect. There is peace and quiet in the courtyard, a feeling of a closed space, dusty walls, closed and open, ajar windows. Colorful curtains and indoor flowers - that's all that can be seen behind the glass that separates the street from the home world of the local settlers.

The arch opposite my window is like a tunnel and a gateway to the big world.

People come under the arch ... and sometimes I try to guess if this person is coming to me for an interview ... or in a hurry about his business. Here, look, look, - a girl comes in, looks around, reaches for the phone ... I also pick up the phone. She dials the number, I hold the phone in my hands. Call!

-Hello, hello, I went under the arch, how can I find you?

And when it rains ... people gather under the arch.

A man in a jacket and a laptop nervously looks at an expensive watch ... pokes his long nose out into the street, but returns again under the arch. Ponders: which is better? To be late? Or come to an important meeting in a wet suit?

Come on, go ... still wet. Or wait, I'm late anyway! Just don't be so nervous, okay? Otherwise I almost knocked the little girl off her feet ...

... the only creature under the arch who enjoys the warm summer rain. I wish I could run out from under the arch, jumping along with cheerful, ringing drops through the puddles ... But the strict mother holds her hand tightly. She's in no hurry. She got married, gave birth to a child, raises him as best she can ... and considers her duty absolutely fulfilled before God. And the fact that at night she dreams of a red-haired, swirling, funny guitarist ... so you never know what someone will dream about ... If he were here now, he would pick the girl up in his arms ... and they would rush through the puddles, long wet hair would stick to the forehead ... and all around them would be heard their loud, ringing laughter ...

Under the arch ... as if in a frame - human destinies ...
How do I know all this?
And how did I know that the girl will now call me and ask where to go ...))
people are hiding under the arch,
it's a pity to wet your clothes ...
and curse the damned rain
as if he's to blame here

that someone is late ...
that someone gets sick ...
the one who wants - he will have time!
every HIMSELF bothers himself ...