And now - I'm already starting to wait.To go to that hall again, maybe again someone will pour out their heart on me ... To live, you need to feel ... you need to wait for something ... some concert, some then the case ..., some kind of madness ... perfectly and with some regret realizing that you are not so crazy that the same madness happened to you ... maybe you really want to be, and sometimes you go on blind dates with the wind ... secretly hoping that someone else will burst into your life with him ... even if it is just a Tchaikovsky waltz ... but he will again make you feel what a hopeless idiot you are ... once you leave from a concert alone, with hot tears running down my cheeks ... hating myself for such a sensual languor ... hating for such unrequited love ... and immediately on the spot comforting myself, justifying by confession or verse ... as if it were can change something! As if something can be fixed, as if all is not lost yet! As if there will be another such concert at which you will completely drown in the music, in its sounds, and what you suddenly hear in that pause between bars ... and in what you will never be able to hear !!