…She has always been unnecessarily strict. To friends, neighbors, family. But most of all for yourself. Unnecessarily. With a rush. Every word, look or gesture was insanely measured and taut. Only one creature helped her find new facets in herself and thaw a little. Her dog. She loved no one as much as she did. No one was so close and dear to her. Even the father. Coming home, she took off her favorite leather jacket, classic pumps, threw her briefcase and so childishly, directly, sat down on her knees in front of an armchair, and buried her face in her favorite furry monster … It was so warm. Somewhere deep, under the very heart, which thawed and began to live. Here. Houses. in front of this chair. And when the chair became empty, more papers appeared in the briefcase. More work. Later home. Yes, a pair of gray hairs on a freshly trimmed bang. Yes, some new deep wrinkles. No, she did not sob, did not fight in hysterics … Just something went out in her gray-blue eyes. Forever and ever. Perhaps the last reflection of the sky… The eyes suddenly became simple… But still no one noticed. Except for the empty armchair she peered into at night, when the whole house fell asleep…