I sat by the old mill, looking at the lights in the windows of the houses. And I imagined people in the kitchen at the table drinking tea and chatting about trifles. Someone else’s cozy world... In mine there was a road to nowhere and a fear of meeting passers-by. I am twenty-five years old, and have a whole life behind me. Long and joyless... I can run away, go somewhere. I don't have money, but it doesn't matter. I can handle it just like I did before. The passport is with me... It will have to be destroyed... I thought about a lot, and only thoughts about Martin drove away. It’s too painful, too scary... The moon hid behind the clouds, and it became completely dark. We must go back. The light was on in the old man's house. Not sleeping, waiting for me. I was glad that I at least had this refuge. I opened the door, entered the hallway... At the same moment something fell on my head, a whole fireworks display exploded before my eyes. And then it went out...