hung on the monitor, to which various photographs were attached, with captions. The photographs were gray and dull, just like the mood of those who entered this group.
– What am I doing here? – Peter thought.
He started reading posts and comments on them.
Under one of the photographs, he saw a comment from a girl named Sveta, who was talking about her experience of struggling with depression. Peter carefully read the comment and decided to ask her.
– What to do if you think you are getting depressed? – he wrote in the comments to the photo, addressing Sveta.
The answer came within two minutes.
– First, try not to think about the fact that you are depressed. Thoughts about depression intensify the state of depression itself.
– I don’t even think about her, I’m just writing a book, but no thoughts come into my head, and because of this, it seems to me that I’m starting to feel depressed. – Peter answered in the comment.
– What is this book about? – asked Sveta, writing in the comment.
– Well, it’s about a writer. About how a guy writes a book.
– Interesting, I guess.
– I don’t know, the readers will judge.
– If you don’t know what to write about, then take a break and rest. This should help. Distract yourself from something else, watch a movie, or listen to music.
– Yes, you’re probably right. Need to watch some movie.
– Go chat in private messages. – one of the guests of the group wrote.
Sveta wrote to Peter in private messages:
– Hello, if you want, you can write to me. By the way, why don’t you have friends?
– I don’t know, I don’t communicate with anyone.
– Can I add you?
– Yes, sure.
Sveta added Peter as a friend. Peter did the same.
– Well, now you have friends.
– Yes, it’s cool.
– Have you written a lot already? I’m talking about the book.
– No, only three chapters.
– It’s difficult. You need to invent and then write.
– Yes, you have to sit for several hours on each chapter. It happens even half a day.
– Sorry, I need to leave, I’m at work now. Then the authorities came.
– Fine.
Peter’s mood improved somewhat. He made his first friend on a social network, and it was a pretty girl. Peter took a sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head.
– Why not write about it. About how I met a girl. – Peter thought.
The keys jingled in the keyhole. The door opened and Christina entered the apartment. Peter watched her through the slightly open door. She took off her briefcase and threw it in the corridor. Then she took off her shoes and immediately went to Peter’s room.
– Give me the computer, I urgently need to write to my friend. – she said, standing next to Peter.
Peter looked at the monitor, then at his sister, and reluctantly crawled out from behind the computer. The sister sat down in a chair and began to enter the username and password for her social network page.
Stepping away from the computer, Peter lay down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Now his thoughts were not absorbed only by the book, there was a place in them for Sveta. Peter didn’t really look at her photograph, but, at first glance, Sveta seemed quite attractive to him.
After lying on the sofa for about ten minutes, Peter got up, took a mug with the remaining coffee from the table, and went to the kitchen to pour new, hot coffee. The sister was sitting on the computer, communicating with someone on a social network, and at the same time watching videos of popular bloggers.
– Make me something to eat! – the sister shouted after him as Peter left the room.
– Fine.
Having reached the kitchen, Peter turned on the kettle, put the mug on the table, and climbed into the refrigerator to figure out what to cook for his sister for lunch.
– Make me some dumplings! – the sister’s voice was heard.
Peter closed the refrigerator and opened the freezer. From there he took a pack of dumplings.
– Fry them! – was heard from the room again.
Putting a pack of dumplings on the table, Peter lit the gas under the frying pan and poured some vegetable oil into it. Then he took a pack of dumplings, opened it, and counted out twenty dumplings, which he placed on the frying pan. The dumplings sizzled. Peter turned down the gas so they wouldn’t burn and put the leftovers back in the freezer.
Closing the frying pan with a lid, Peter poured himself a new mug of coffee and sat down at the table. Sitting at the table, he began to watch TV. A program about travel was shown on TV. At that moment, Peter thought that if he could earn money, if his book was published and he would earn a lot of money from it, then he would certainly go on a trip too. I would go to some exotic country, to Egypt, or to China, or maybe I would go to Dubai. There were many places to go, but there was no money.
Having taken a sip of coffee, Peter stood up from the table and went to the stove. He removed the lid from the frying pan and, taking a wooden spatula, stirred the dumplings, after which he closed the frying pan with a lid.
– He might give up this whole writing thing. I don’t like to write. I have to admit to myself that it doesn’t give me any pleasure to write, especially when you have to write a lot, and you have no idea what to write about or how to fill the pages. – Peter thought, returning to the table.
He clamped his fingers around the coffee mug and stared into it. After taking a sip, he turned his gaze to the TV.
My sister came into the kitchen.
– Will the dumplings be ready soon?
– In about five minutes.
– Okay, I’ll be on the computer, bring them to me when they’re ready.
– Don’t you need to do your homework?
– It’s necessary, but I’ll do them later.
– Come on, don’t sit for long, I also need a computer.
– Okay, but most
