The Missed Opportunity

“And the weather isn’t spring at all… And the same in my soul—snowy, windy, and cold. Even the smell of fresh cucumbers drifting through a well-heated little tavern doesn’t put anyone in a festive mood; nor the sprigs of mimosa in slender vases set on the tables; nor the pretty, cheerful girls-waitresses—smiling, taking compliments and congratulations for the coming women’s day…”.