Elena horn, "About fireflies and humidors" We stood with my husband in a cafe and drink drank coffee. Husband was young and handsome, and I loved him. I was wearing an old coat that marred my life. I suffered from inferiority complex and hated the coat, that was not warm, and just mutilated me. The cafe was cheap and the coffee is tasteless. And I dreamed that someday we'll drink good coffee in a beautiful restaurant, and I will be fashionably dressed. And the husband looked at me with shiny eyes, he loved me and didn't know what I grieve. ...He died young, and I stayed. And in my life was then full of different cafes, coffee, and a lot of fashionable coat. And he was not with me. I often think back to this episode when I had all, and I didn't know about it. Elena horn, "About fireflies and humidors"