Кофе на утреннем небе

It's nice to be in a relationship: you grind the meat, she makes the dumplings. Idyllic. It's quite another matter to be single: she wags her tail, you shape the humpbacked, and the dumplings are waiting for you in the nearest night store, if it comes to that. As soon as you get distracted, someone robs your house, stealing not only happiness, not just your person, but even your affairs, leaving you only the view from the window. And the more often you look out, the more often loneliness comes and steals all your thoughts.