Do you remember the girl with the sad eyes? She was ready to enter the fire for you, to give a drop of her blood to you, to share with you water and bread. Do you remember her hair---loose, beautiful, and her hot lips, her gentle voice? Do you feel her breath as you fall asleep? Do you dream of her early in the morning? It's late now. You are alone. You reread the letters. And you embrace memories, desperately, in the dark. She is grieving somewhere. It's raining in her eyes... And she is waiting for you at the last door.