The day, when I met
that man, I can definitely call "A day to remember". It was
grey rainy morning in the old part of the city. The sky was full of
black clouds and I preferred to hide in a
cafe. It was dark inside, but in spite of this I saw pretty servant
Mary and smiled at her. I took the table near the window and ordered
a cup of coffee. While I was taking the first sip, I noticed the man,
who was smoking a pipe and reading a strange newspaper. I looked
closely and found that he was not an ordinary man. He dressed to the
fashion of 19 century, and his newspaper was really old. Soon he
folded the newspaper, took his walking stick and an umbrella and went
out of doors. I called Mary and asked her who was it. She said:
"Don't you really know, John?". "No", I said
perplexedly. "He is an actor", she answered and go away
laughing. I thought a lot at home but couldn't find the answer. And
only about a half of year later, I knew about his death from a
newspaper. Even today I can't understand how I couldn't recognize him
that day.