Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?
- Well, let's see what we have.
The doorknob, so ordinary as it could be, felt a little chilly in his hand. Although he knew, or at least he thought he knew why he was here, he still didn't know what he expected to see behind this door. However, the chipped white paint of the door hardly suggested anything grand.
What he saw, however, puzzled him a little more than he was ready for.
Despite the fact all the furniture was covered with white gauze which was quite mysterious itself - the room didn't belong to any old mansion but to a typical five-storeyed house - some details gave away... what? He had it yet to be discovered.
- She had lived here for about twenty years. Then... nobody knows what happened. Everybody just disappeared one day. And you know what... as if she never existed. No documents, cheques, phone numbers... just nothing.
Which makes everything even more interesting, he thought. That was strange, but he suddenly had a feeling that the room used to be quite nice once. He couldn't tell whether it was due to the light but quite warm shade of the carpet, or the seemingly rich dark red curtains which hardly matched the latter; he was oddly sure that the sofa and the table were also quite ... warm.
- Why didn't they remove the ... these things? - he waved vaguely in the direction of a number of things hanging on the walls.
- Who? Nobody cares about that stuff as long as there's a person who just vanished into thin air. When new residents come... I mean, IF they come, you'll agree with me if I say it's quite a delicate matter...
He didn't listen but just stared at the walls instead. If the three of them (excluding the one with the window) were shown to him on different shots, he would never guess they belonged to the same room and, therefore, to the same person. The very one who decorated them.
- It's... German, isn't it? - he asked, knowing the answer already. The giant flag was carelessly pinned to the wall; that kind of carelessness, however, demands some time to be achieved. He couldn't help touching the smooth folds of three-coloured silk; there were bits of dust between them.
The light-brown wall unit on the right was no less interesting object; it reminded him of a teenage girl and of a hard-working college student at once. The numerous and nevertheless disconnected souvenirs, statues and boxes and rows of various books and copybooks, however, gave a strange mixture, not actually that repulsive. His attention was riveted on a number of perfume bottles - they were all purple. He supressed a sudden desire to smell them all.
A postcard, a child's painting and a "Queen" poster of an unusual size, all hanging under the row of shelves, didn't clear the picture at all.
He sighed and lowered himself on the floor.
A strange image of a girl who could be anything in the world didn't leave him.
Moreover, he couldn't get rid of a weird idea that this room was nothing similar to anything he had seen before.
He hasn't seen a place which was so obscure and so finite at the same time.
He has never seen the owner of the room but he was somehow sure she was absolutely sure in the seeming chaos around her.
All of a sudden he wished he could just for once have a look at her.
- Well, let's see what we have.
The doorknob, so ordinary as it could be, felt a little chilly in his hand. Although he knew, or at least he thought he knew why he was here, he still didn't know what he expected to see behind this door. However, the chipped white paint of the door hardly suggested anything grand.
What he saw, however, puzzled him a little more than he was ready for.
Despite the fact all the furniture was covered with white gauze which was quite mysterious itself - the room didn't belong to any old mansion but to a typical five-storeyed house - some details gave away... what? He had it yet to be discovered.
- She had lived here for about twenty years. Then... nobody knows what happened. Everybody just disappeared one day. And you know what... as if she never existed. No documents, cheques, phone numbers... just nothing.
Which makes everything even more interesting, he thought. That was strange, but he suddenly had a feeling that the room used to be quite nice once. He couldn't tell whether it was due to the light but quite warm shade of the carpet, or the seemingly rich dark red curtains which hardly matched the latter; he was oddly sure that the sofa and the table were also quite ... warm.
- Why didn't they remove the ... these things? - he waved vaguely in the direction of a number of things hanging on the walls.
- Who? Nobody cares about that stuff as long as there's a person who just vanished into thin air. When new residents come... I mean, IF they come, you'll agree with me if I say it's quite a delicate matter...
He didn't listen but just stared at the walls instead. If the three of them (excluding the one with the window) were shown to him on different shots, he would never guess they belonged to the same room and, therefore, to the same person. The very one who decorated them.
- It's... German, isn't it? - he asked, knowing the answer already. The giant flag was carelessly pinned to the wall; that kind of carelessness, however, demands some time to be achieved. He couldn't help touching the smooth folds of three-coloured silk; there were bits of dust between them.
The light-brown wall unit on the right was no less interesting object; it reminded him of a teenage girl and of a hard-working college student at once. The numerous and nevertheless disconnected souvenirs, statues and boxes and rows of various books and copybooks, however, gave a strange mixture, not actually that repulsive. His attention was riveted on a number of perfume bottles - they were all purple. He supressed a sudden desire to smell them all.
A postcard, a child's painting and a "Queen" poster of an unusual size, all hanging under the row of shelves, didn't clear the picture at all.
He sighed and lowered himself on the floor.
A strange image of a girl who could be anything in the world didn't leave him.
Moreover, he couldn't get rid of a weird idea that this room was nothing similar to anything he had seen before.
He hasn't seen a place which was so obscure and so finite at the same time.
He has never seen the owner of the room but he was somehow sure she was absolutely sure in the seeming chaos around her.
All of a sudden he wished he could just for once have a look at her.
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