Loneliness is a sweet word. Loneliness is a sweet word?
Winter. From the cold, my hands grow numb. Thorny snowflakes scratch the frosted cheeks from the cold.
Wilderness. Dark fir trees cast their ghostly black shadows on white snow. The dog's howl from the neighboring yard.
In this godforsaken place, somewhere on the very edge of the earth, the peasant was preparing to die.
Slowly kneels. On the neck, the cold cold of frozen rails. The sound of a braking train ...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world: a warm summer day. The air is filled with the scent of flowering apricots. This man does not want to die at all.
He is a successful businessman, an exemplary family man and very satisfied with himself and with his life. But there is another candidate on his bench in the park.
He is the only one who knows what really happened in the zoo. But to this truth he was not at all ready.
What unites all these people? How much random determines the course of our lives? How much can one unforeseen meeting solve?
