He was conqueror. Nevertheless, this time he was facing failure… she did not come this night, he set on his chair carried by his thoughts. It was a sunny day when they met… Red necklace was sitting still on her chest… He took a deep breath and prepared himself for another. He took the wine, walked up to her garden …she was not there… The sky was full of stars, he could feel her smell in the air, he knew she was close … But he was a conqueror, he found her in his thoughts and concurred her again. In the darkness all he could hear was the tingling of the glasses… He sensed a gentle touch... he did not turn … it was her. This just wasn’t his victory… But the wine was here to triumph. back