It was eight o'clock in the morning and time for me to go to work. I looked out of the window. It was raining hard. "You will get wet through if you go out now," said my mother. "No, I won't," I answered, "I shall take an umbrella." We have five umbrellas in the house, but when I wanted to take one, I found that there was not one that I could use: they all were torn or broken. So I took them all and carried them to the umbrella maker, saying that I would call for the umbrellas on my way home in the evening. When I went to have lunch in the afternoon, it was still raining very hard. I went to the nearest cafe, and sat down at a table. A few minutes later a young woman came in...
A lonely young woman walking by the Seine river. It is evening and the sun's almost set, pouring the sidewalk with mild orange, concentrating and stretching the shadows. It is late autumn and everything is still. The river is still, either the sky and The Eiffell Tower, warming itself with the last evening sunrays on the background. Looks like the sun stopped for a minute to glance at this urban landscape before it will be devoured by a crawling night. River trams are motionless and empty. The birch tree said goodbye to its summer dress long time ago and only waits for winter. The woman is dressed in red demi-season light overcoat, she have not very short black hair, tied up in a ponytail. She's the only one who moves, yet very smoothly, even slightly. She is the only element of life on this still, poised picture (sight). Will she cross Debilly footbridge or walk along the riverside? Who knows. But it is for sure, that she will disappear.
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