You were in the 11th grade of a comprehensive school when, at the very beginning of the year, a new student came to you…

This guy was kind of gloomy, mysterious, hardly talked to anyone and thought and thought all the time. He studied well, was not a bully, but he was often noticed smoking cigarettes.

It turned out that he wrote poetry and music.

Once, at a school disco, he performed one of his songs, it was a slow, lyrical song.

He sang it and looked into the hall, where the couples were dancing…

You danced too, but alone.

He looked at you and seemed to be singing for you.…