Berthold Hoover

• the guy was standing at the entrance to the bar with a bottle of wine and smoking. he was tired and he tried to find solace and reassurance at least in alcohol. he was mentally exhausted. he had been depressed for a long time and could not get out of it for a year. he always walked around empty and sad. He was devastated. His eyes were lifeless. what he used to like now made him indifferent.. On the outside he was a strong man, but inside he was a fragile and lonely man.*

I looked at her and sighed. With a sigh, I said -Yes... Let's go home. I'm already tired. sorry. They went home. It was dark outside, the lanterns shone in the distance. Berthold exhaled, not noticing that he was holding his breath. He walked with an uneven gait due to the effects of alcohol. The moon was shining. There were a lot of stars in the sky. it was cool outside, Berthold took off his jacket and put it on the girl so that she would not freeze. -Warm up, I don't want you to get sick. He sighed and they reached the house.*