A man who lost himself A man woke up in the middle of the night and sat on the bed. He looked out the window and saw the clouds drifting across the sky. It was a foggy November. It seemed that all his life was not so long as this autumn. These timeless gray days were not going to finish. The dim light of the moon illuminated the room. Last days he couldn’t sleep peacefully. During the day, this feeling was not so strong, but when the night came, he felt that some strange thoughts creep into his mind. He understood that if he didn’t find out what’s going on, something terrible could happen. Despite the cold in the flat it was hard to breathe. He laid down on the bed but he couldn’t fall asleep. It was impossible to sleep and he decided to go out and strolled around the city for an hour. He did so at times. The street was silent. He walked down the street. At the end of the street, he saw a light from windows. It was a musical school, and at this moment he realized that he was late for a lesson. He sprinted to avoid the anger of the strict teacher of music. He breathed frosty air and ran as fast as he could. The music school was light and warm. The sounds of eternal classical music came from all sides and merged into a single cacophony. Then he saw the strict teacher, who came to him and said: “Get a move on! Time has come, show all of them what you can do!”. «Sorry, but I don’t remember how to play…” – the man said quietly. The man briefly looked up at the teacher but there was no one around, it was dark.. «Where are you?» - cried a man in the darkness. «Enough, calm down, son. It is too late. Mom must be worried. We’d better get moving». The man turned and saw his father, who was young and strong, his eyes sparkled and his mouth steamed. There was snow around the street. Snow gleamed under the light of the street lamp. «Sit on the sledge, son, I’ll take you home» - said father with a kind smile. A man was sitting on the sledge and was on the verge of falling asleep. “Do you remember how you argued with your mother today? You are wrong, your mother loves you.” – said the father softly. He said something else, joking and laughing. A man sitting in the sledge felt better than ever before. He almost didn’t listen to what the father was telling him and just at times answered with a smile: «Yes, Dad… of course dad..»