The window in the ceiling merged with the night. It is not clear whether there is a window or not. But a distant, slightly orange star was shining directly overhead. Mars. It sparkled and shimmered like a diamond of yellow water. And I wanted to believe that there was someone there...

“The waiter came up and put the flowers in a vase. The roses opened their petals a little. Hemispheres became visible. Model of the Universe. There is no more beautiful flower, no more noble aroma. Yes, they will fade, even tomorrow, but today they are fresh and beautiful. Everything temporary is valuable because it does not last long.”

V. Tokarev