Just a small picture. Written perfectly, with harsh simplicity, without any superfluous details. A man sits at the wooden table, instead of a tablecloth covered with some kind of pale pink rag.
On the table is an unfinished glass of wine, a bottle, a cap. In the hands of a man a guitar; he goes through the strings. Who is he, this ugly, stooped man with such sad and sad eyes?
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