Helpless Night Guest, Marina Popova Попова Марина It was raining. A chilly wet wind was blowing, and something was drumming against the roof. Then the wind started throwing handfuls of rain into windows, knocking with tree branches, and groaning with an entrance door. The Man was gloomy and anxious. He was unsatisfied with the weather and his Destiny... Doubts gnawed his soul whether he chose the right Way. Someone knocked at the door humbly. The knock that could hardly be heard blended into the noise of the wind, and the man didn’t hear it. Then someone started scratching the door.
That sound on the back of the knock and howl of the wind became clearer: someone was really scratching the door! The host was not completely sure that someone came to him, but he opened the entrance door. At the doorstep there was a humble night guest. She was so thin that it seemed a slight gust of wind would break her in two. Delicate and gentle, the guest was hesitantly hovering in front of the door. “W