They had a little tradition, which was seemed to be unknown, beside them. They were united by carnations. Every week, at the place of their first meeting, two flowers appeared alternately, tied with a satin black ribbon.

He always came to me as if from nowhere, and also disappeared. Quietly, imperceptibly and unpredictably. But despite everything, it didn't scare me, on the contrary, I waited for him every time more and more, wondering where he would appear. However, I was wasting my time then–I never guessed the place of his appearance. |Or my short story about acquaintance of dostogogols|