Two windows

In one house one window was constantly burning every night until the morning. In it was living a lonely young man. Every night he was writing notes and reading books by the reason of insomnia. At times it was seeming to him, that someone was watching him, and soon into the door would knock, and his fate would acquire any sense. And in the opposite house was living a lonely girl. Every night, after turning off the light, she was climbing on the windowsill and was silently sitting there, looking for a long time at the opposite house with a single burning window. The lady was imagining, that there, perhaps, someone is also alone and, like her, is looking for intimacy and understanding. Years were passing by. Both he and she were leaving alone, the light was burning in one of the houses, and in the opposite were thinking about the dweller of this room. For all the time they have never met.

One day the man died, and for the first time his window has left without light. That night, she was looking for a long time in the darkness and was waiting for the fact, that the window, that had become such a native for her, would light up. But that was not meant to happen. Suddenly she felt herself so empty, lonely and uncomfortable. Life suddenly lost all the meaning, even had not been having it before. The woman got up from the windowsill, laid to bed and weeped.