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When she opened the envelope, it was empty.
She became numb. Who could it be? She had found that she even didn’t want to know the answer.  It was all she had saved during several years. She never trusted banks. She remembered the well-known stories about collapses of banks. Of course, nothing can be safe for hundred percents. Fire may destroy the house and the money with it. Wise men say, never put all eggs in one basket. And she was about to open an account in a reliable bank. She would take some money to keep them in the bank, and the rest would be still in the same damned envelope. But it was too late now.
 Nothing could be worse than a broken dream. Her dreams were not expensive, but they demanded certain amount to be spent on. Her dreams changed their priorities from time to time. They also undertook some changes inside – in their colors, shades, smells, and rarely even names…
She really didn’t want to know the name – the name of the person who robed her. Perhaps, she couldn’t know it for sure, and she would suspect maybe innocent people and she would loose her relationship with them and the sequence of losses would begin. But she couldn’t help starting to hate that anonymous. She had no money and she had an enemy. 
She wished it was someone who didn’t know her, a stranger, but she knew that it was rather impossible. Someone who smiled to her, who shook her hand, who maybe even kissed her, who might be aware of her dreams – didn’t stop doing it. That someone stole her dreams.
Nothing could be worse than a broken dream. She felt utterly ruined. But she had to go out. She didn’t want to cancel day’s appointment, as it would plunge her in depression. So she washed her face and started to dress herself. When she took her tights from the drawer, something fell down on the floor. It was an envelope. Just the same as the one she had just opened.  She held her breath.
Yes, it was that envelope, the right one, the one with her money in it. The life resumed it's normal course. She didn’t become wealthy, as she had never been. But definitely she became richer. Since she discovered a simple truth: nothing can be worse than a broken dream. Hence she would be more delicate towards people. She would be more careful giving promises. Since we hardly ever know what other people keep deeply inside their hearts, and we hurt them breaking their precious dreams.
All the complaint that she was going to write to her beloved seemed so trifling. That second envelope she had prepared for that letter, but her head was clogged with resentment, and he mixed up the envelopes. And now she decided to send him a nice funny postcard instead of that heavy letter. She went to the nearest shop, bought the picture postcard, returned home, took the sad letter from the envelope. After all that events she didn’t trust herself. So she wanted to check one more time that she really took that terrible letter away.
It was all right now. When she opened the envelope, it was empty.