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A long herd of cars flowed into the streets of the city, which was beginning to be covered by evening gloom, impatiently filling the surroundings with horns and the roar of engines. I, as always, was running late, pushing through the evening traffic, growing furious and wound up.Finally, the embankment, the new tires rustling, I squeezed the car into a freed-up parking spot, and greedily inhaling the cool evening air, hurried into the cafe.Passing through the cheerfully buzzing hall, I went out onto the terrace. Someone waved at me. At the table sat my wife and her new friend, a pretty...