Infinitely alone

At noon Roman went to the tailor's workshop to pick up his jacket. He was greeted warmly. It hurt to see his wife's former workplace - without her. Like all the other rooms in which Alea had been and exuded her sympathetic spirit, this one now also seemed empty and deserted. Alea's best friend came up to him, she too wore a red scarf around her neck in memory of her son Hroenka, she was holding Roman's jacket, which she had reworked for him. Roman silently took the dari and put it on. He now had, according to tradition, red laps and sleeves below the elbows. The red glowed ominously in contrast to the black of the rest of the clothes, but Roman nodded in satisfaction. He wanted to wear this red as long as his grief would last, even until the end of his life! He left his second dari and thanked the seamstress. Then he left the workshop, which again bitterly reminded him of how often he had come and gone here. As soon as he was outside he was overcome by heartbreaking grief. He gave a