Quite a cozy corner, breathes warmth and a little old smell, close and native. It seems to me that there are certainly two kindred spirits who have lived here for many, many years.
He is a noble, gray-haired, but ageless soul, lighting an old pipe, rocking slightly in a rocking chair, still looking tenderly at his beautiful faithful half, who is sitting opposite him on an old soft sofa. He looks at such lovely and familiar features of the "friend of his harsh days" and remembers something quietly. On this beautiful, quite romantic evening, an old cuckoo clock is ticking somewhere nearby, and a loyal friend is comfortably perched at the feet of the owner, who understands everything and silently, delighting in warmth and comfort, approves of everything that happens here.
She... how much is tender and sublime in her, in the one who devoted her whole life to her beloved husband and family. Here and now, drowning in the familiar sofa, listening to the melodious crackle of the fire in the fireplace, she listens attentively to the one she has always been proud of and loved so much. "Do you remember" ... Imperceptibly, her expressive brown-green eyes moisten and fall down, trickling down in a thin trickle, stingy transparent tear. At this moment, they are happy that their beautiful feeling has not faded with time, happy that their life continues... neither time...nor distance has any power over them…They love each other.