Today the wind blew through the alleys China-towns with particular zeal, forcing passers-by to wrap themselves in scarves and clutch their hats. On this gloomy day, when the clouds threatened to pour down rain, and perhaps snow, a ghost wandered through the narrow streets Mikhail LermontovThe poet's sinister image, as old-timers said, was a frequent guest here, but today he looked especially gloomy.
Mikhail Yuryevich, wrapped in a cloak, was pondering the vicissitudes of fate when he felt the cold creeping under his ephemeral garment. "Can ghosts catch a cold too?" he thought, recalling the old tales of ghosts sneezing on cool nights. Thinking about his new situation, he couldn't help but smile: "Woe from Wit" now took on a new meaning.
Finding himself near one of the old buildings, he noticed a curious lady looking out of the window. She was apparently not afraid of either ghosts or the wind, because her face expressed only genuine interest. Mikhail nodded affably, and the lady, without thinking, threw him a handkerchief with embroidery: "Here, Mikhail Yuryevich, for a cold!"
Embarrassed but flattered by such attention, Lermontov accepted the gift and, unexpectedly for himself, felt his ghostly body warm up. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a light, almost imperceptible whisper: "Thank you, madam." The lady only smiled in response and disappeared behind the curtain.
Mikhail then wandered through the alleys, thinking about how strangely the lives of the living and the shadows of the past sometimes intertwine. He couldn't help but admit that even ghosts sometimes need a little warmth and attention. After all, a cold, like ghosts, is an unpredictable thing.
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