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but she… she cheated on him. Tommy gritted his teeth.
Abruptly the weather changed for cold, a cold wind was
up. Tommy reluctantly got up and shivered. Something
touched his cheek and he looked up to see snow falling
down. Snowflakes were flying into his face; they melted
on his cheeks and eyelids, and caught at his hair. ‘Snow…
snowflakes…Snezhana!,’ he whispered and instantly real-
ized that nobody, nothing could be between him and his
beloved; she couldn’t be in love with that Mister-Twin-
kling -Eyes. What a big Italian idiot he was! It’s high time

to fly to Moscow and plead Snezhana to forgive him, so
jealous and such a dumbbell. And he FELT she loved him
and waited for him.
The next evening was snowy too, the last snowy one,
perhaps. The Women’s Day, the 8th of March, was upcom-
ing, with mimosa being a welcome fragrance for the wom-
en’s freezing hearts. And there they were, a fair-haired slim
girl and a dark young man, walking along the street with
an arm around each other. They were looking deep into
each other’s eyes and even from a distance their LOVE
was evident.
Meanwhile an elderly white-headed man was sitting
on a park bench. He chuckled into his moustache, smok-
ing a dark wooden pipe and thinking about the quick
decisions people make. So quick, that they sometimes
outstrip the North Wind. Snow was whirling round and
round in the streetlights, and all the snowflakes, danc-
ing in the air, were solid, perfect star shape and stun-

ning.
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