June in Petrograd. I was driving with an adult daughter. The red light stands. Compared to us, the boys slow down on the scooter. Young people in love with life and each other. Funny guy in the spring. Behind him is a girl, as if from a movie, some unrealistic Peter-year-old. Dress, wind, hair on the wind, backpack on the back. One hand embraces a guy, in the other a bouquet of chamomile. I admire the guys. They seem to be shining with happiness. The girl turns her head, smiles and stretches a chamomile. The daughter drops the glass and receives a white-yellow miracle. And the girl, laughing, stretches the second one, for me... The green light, we touch. A girl and a guy, in love with each other and in the summer, stay behind. The chamomile still stands in a circle on the window and does not think of winning. And every morning, breakfast, I look at them and smile.