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Matthew stood by the window and just listened to the rain. He loved the sound of rain. As the drops crashed against the windows, he seemed to catch the smallest details of their subtle beauty. At such moments, he began to dream of a fireplace, about his fireplace.
«What could be better than the sound of rain, – he thought. – Just the crackling of the wood. Although not. The crackling of the wood and the noise of the water in any manifestation of it stand in the same place. One cannot be better than the other. Water awakens one emotion, fire another, the rustling of leaves from the blowing wind another…»
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«And yet very young, – Matthew thought to himself. – I wonder if not everyone at that age thinks about eternal things. Maybe he's just a doer, and the customer is a more serious connoisseur of antiquity. What's the point, though? A lord, after all. And his thoughts… No. He's clearly acting on his own behalf. Hm! I am not the only one who sees beauty in simple natural phenomena, through which one can uncover the design of all things».
– Fire, water, wind, – Matthew theorized in a long voice. – All these things make us feel like something more than a mere mortal creation, if, of course, we take our minds off the mundane and concentrate on such thoughts.
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