Vladimir Mayakovsky, at that time a rather interesting and forbidden poet... Who thought that his life could change because of one dream?

And you can’t tell from him that he’s somehow worried about this. Just constant insomnia, complete nonsense, right? Looking at his facial features, he is so stern. However, he had been seeing the same dream for several months in a row. In a dream, Mayakovsky walks in a crowd and suddenly notices a girl who turns around and smiles at him.

In the last two months, he only tried to reach her, or at least someone else. however, when he approached someone, that person disappeared. He dedicated part of his life to this girl. He writes poems and sketches about her.

And so, when he was walking around the square, in the crowd he saw a painfully familiar face. He spied. Is this really the same girl who tormented him with her entire appearance, because of whom he almost went crazy?..

"Woman.."

He said in his deep voice, slightly widening his eyes and approaching her.