Sometimes I really want to believe that life gives loving hearts a second chance for happiness, if something goes wrong with the first one.

They met ... The airport is ringing around. She is a writer of detective novels from Poland, he is a winemaker from Russia.

But is the first meeting for them and is it true they do not know each other at all?

Then why does the memory helpfully throw memories from the distant 46th, when a bright and bright feeling of first love was born in the snowy Moscow?

Who were they then? Just in love with young people who lived in hopes and dreams? Who were happy with the music of Chopin and did not freeze in a small room, although the December wind howled outside the windows?

What went wrong?

Maybe it's just impossible to choose this way immediately between feeling and Debt?

Or maybe the state creates sometimes incredible, meaningless laws? It is impossible to subdue your feelings, but you have to obey yourself.

And how to live afterwards, remembering what was lost because of stupid prohibitions? And whether it is possible to correct something after so many years ... having met suddenly again.

Maybe you should not even try? Or ... again, the piercing Chopin will sound.