Seven plots

1 She woke up alone, stretched out in bed and looked at her watch; early morning was caressing her tender body and playing with the sun's rays on her young face, the pleasant negligence of the dawn minutes was carrying away, the sky was clear and distant, without clouds and fog.

She got dressed, put the tea and leaned back in the armchair, she was feeling good, carefreeness was warming her soul and allowing her to relax, the wind outside the window was pleasantly carrying in dreams. The kettle boiled, she made tea, took the book off the shelf and began to read. The day was coming to the middle.

2 The rain was going and breaking the cold surface of the puddles, the wind was blowing a thin cloak, she was trembling and watching the faces of the buildings, which were distorting in reflections by the drops of rain on the surfaces of the water and were pouring like fine lines, creating a tempting pattern. She was feeling sad, cold and hurt - from injustice, loneliness and own uselessness, she was wanting to cry and to go nowhere - from everyone, from lies and deceit.

"Why am I here?" - she thought: "Anyway, now no one needs me, I'm unsuitable, superfluous."

3 The cold hospital ward. The sound of footsteps has disturbed her brief sleep, she heard the voices:

"It's okay, simple poisoning, you can already send her out."

"Do you think it will not happen any more?"

"I do not know, in any case it's not my problem."

4 The wind was blowing her white dress, she was walking along the blurred village rut with a wreath on her head and with an armful of onions in her hands. When she reached the abandoned house, sat down on a bench and looked around, from behind the corner a homeless dog ran up to her and stared at her with a sad look. "One you understand me, one ..." - she patted his neck and went on, ahead there were many days of village life, space and freedom - with the sun, squinting shutters and childish laughter.

5 Snow was falling on her neck and hair, the sky was deep and dark, the wind was circling white flakes over the stop and the blizzard was drowing fragile patterns on the sidewalk, the tram was not hurrying to come, and the gloves were stubbornly refusing to protect her hands from the cold.

"May I get acquainted with you?"

"No."

6 She came down the porch, turned around and sighed: "Goodbye work."

"You forgot something."

"No, no, I do not need all those things, you can take them yourself."

"Ah, all the snow has almost melted, I'll go and celebrate this my dismissal ..."

7 She woke up, there was already lunch and the sun was at its zenith, and the room was affectionately bathed in its rays. She made tea and took the book:

"Ah, the same tea, the same house ... and the day, and the sun, and yet I'm just as alive, alive, I am, I am myself, myself a friend, myself a commander, and after all the whole year has already passed from our parting. All this time, after all, there were the same days, the same sky and city, and after all it is still invariably nice to me ... "

She went out into the street. Houses were boring in the midday bliss and were enjoying the look. There was a calm, the shadows from the branches were dutifully remaining at their places, everything was real and soundless. She turned off the boulevard and went into the cafe. Familiar music was pleasantly caressing the ears, behind the window were riding different colorful cars.

"May I get acquainted with you?"

"Of course".