What was August 2.2.4 like?

Long... it lasted. It definitely wanted to be remembered and linger.

And August said: - I will remember you. But you will forget me, for sure.

That was the time, those moments when Summer, ready to leave, was rummaging around in the hallway. It seemed to like its own absent-mindedness.

- It drags out time. Of course, it benefits from dragging out time. After all, there is so much that can be done. For example, cover with a squall, pass through hurricanes, sigh with encouraging coolness and then, while standing in the passage, remember some trifle, turn around, give yourself an important look and resolutely head to the closet. And then, rummage in the closet until the trinket is found, completely forgetting about time. Among the insignificant junk of things, fell another tree, scatter the leaves, stir up the anthill.

- How wasteful! Where is the thoughtful silence of the August night? Where is the carefree wind of the cooling streets, finishing the last tea under the umbrellas of empty cafes?

- Where is your charm? Where did you put your charm? - Narrow pockets stuffed with small change! What do I see?!

- Give them as change to the first cashier you meet. Give them just like that, let him feel relief from the jingle of these coins.

- Oh... you say he can refuse?! No, no, if he wants to refuse, then the fake cashier. The fake August cashier. The rookie who gave too little change with these treacherously small coins. Experience is required to feel their power. Find an experienced cashier and give him some change. You'll see how delighted he will be, throw a party in your honor, and respectfully ferry you to the other side of the ribbon river.

- Let's stop skipping moves.

- Look how boringly you play the game! I left tips for the cashiers in small coins! I finished what you forgot to finish. I bet in advance. While you were skipping moves, I was sorting out the games of future seasons.

- Oh... August! Admit it and say goodbye! You prepared for the summer premiere for so long that you yourself forgot to come at your own appointed time. And time is up!

- Play well for the last time. Walk through the half-curtained apartments, peering into the empty rows. Find among those remaining at the show, in the deserted hall, those who are waiting for your last, best move.

- Oh... August! Dress up for the most invited, long-awaited ball of your night show. Come, play and make your best move!