Suddenly appeared Lena's face. Apeared like wet maple leaf glued by wind to window. One second and she closely lookeng at me, then her face becomes dark. I see as she stands on snowy roads. The green knitted hat on her head seems to gather around surrounding colorless landscape. Suddenly all seems to get faster and Lena dissapears as if it was picked up and carried away by the wind. That's how blows a paper photo from the table. That was the photo of my wife. She made it few years ago and never showed it me before. Or it was me, who made that photo. When I found her I will ask about what happened. I think this is a hospital. I am alone in the room with white walls.