Hall, Royal.

-That’s right,” said the old http://casino-griffon.co.uk/ man, slowly sweeping the alley with a look devoid of the meaning of life. Autumn has come, advancing on the hearts of people with cold winds. Nothing worries her – she is carefree. That’s right, it’s not us who should worry about her. It was under one of these winds that the poor old man moved his broom along the asphalt, sweeping away the last traces of summer. He sometimes stopped for a few minutes, clearly remembering something, muttered to himself, and then continued working.
The face had long been covered with wrinkles, and the hair was gray, but the hands were smooth and held the broom so tenderly, as loving girls are held. Sometimes the fingers trembled, but this trembling seemed to beat out a melody on a wooden post in the hands. And at that moment the gray hair rushed upward, raising the hair on end, and the depths of the wrinkles were filled with tears, which had already flowed so rarely from the old man’s blue eyes. Memories at that moment rushed by like a cold autumn wind. They beat the old man’s chest like they beat unfulfilled dreams. That’s right, they shouldn’t be worried about us.
-Who should we care about?? – muttered the old man.
***

-Hey boy, come over! – Said the little girl at the white piano. In the dim room, the size of an entire alley, there was nothing except this instrument. That day there was also this girl there, she played so wonderfully. She herself seemed to be music. There was another boy, he enthusiastically enjoyed the melody and swept the hall to the rhythm. They didn’t know each other, but the boy was sure he knew her. The girl told him who she was, told him with the help of music. And he never demanded more. He was glad to sweep this hall, because every time he came here, she was sitting at the piano. Her smile glowed and warmed the boy’s heart.
He froze when he heard her voice. He was of angelic beauty, so gentle, like a song to this heavenly melody.
-I know you’re here. Come, I want to understand what you are like,” the girl continued with slight timidity.
-She’s blind…” the boy muttered barely audibly, stunned by his discovery.
-What did you say? I didn’t hear you. You’ll come over? – the girl smiled.
The boy put down the broom and slowly walked up to the piano. His heart began to beat very quickly, and his blue eyes stared into the eyes opposite. They were not empty, on the contrary, there was so much life in them that cannot be found in any other healthy eyes.
As smoothly and tenderly as she played the piano, the girl began to touch his face, and his heart began to beat in time with the boy’s heart.
-“You’re beautiful,” she laughed playfully.
-“You too,” the boy smiled in response. And when her fingers passed over his lips, the smile disappeared from both their faces. It was so amazing, so unforgettable and so hot.
-Do you like music? – the girl suddenly asked, but he remained silent.
-Do you want to learn? – she asked again, and the boy agreed.
Years fly by and now two people are sitting at the piano. All in the same dim but huge hall, with the gentle touches of their hands they create music, and through moments and kisses they fill the hall with something light.
-“Your parents come for you less often,” the boy said in the morning of one day, “the nurse has been picking you up for a week now.”.
-That’s right, because they shouldn’t worry about us,” the girl smiled in response.
-And who? – the boy asked in surprise. The girl ran to the window and with a slight movement of her finger pointed to the sky.
-Here they are,” she said, “let’s better play,” they played again, played and kissed, until the evening.