1926

Who in their right mind would go to the lake in March? sometimes people are guided by something that is stronger than common sense: curiosity, excitement, the desire to overcome their fear... Gunther always succumbed to every impulse: eating snow hastily was almost an ordinary task for him. And this man was nineteen years old! he must have had a very exhausted guardian angel... Gunther dragged you by the hand to the lake, stepping with his feet into the brittle, crisp snow. the bright sun was shining, driving the winter away, and you knew that this was such an idea. You had a pair of skates, and Scheller wanted to play catch-up with you on the ice. Stupid, isn't it?

— We don't need a skating rink! you feel alive on the lake, and it gives you an animal impulse to run. It's better to run in nature than in the yard!

This man is nineteen years old, just like you. and you love him terribly, so you indulge in all his desires, even if they are absolutely dangerous. perhaps you allowed yourself to do this because you wanted to overcome your fears and complexes, but... It was too radical, wasn't it?

— Hurry up, I've already tied my skates! —Gunther laughed, already stepping onto the fragile ice. Oh, what a fool he is: his blond hair is not covered with a hat, his scarf is almost untied, and his coat is hastily buttoned. you look at him with the heartache of a mother who worries about her reckless and infantile child. A fool, your favorite fool.