Но мне как-то прямо понравилось.

The locked door
Enveloping silence made him feel wary and helpless, as if he remained the only adequate person in the world full of strangers. It was a quiet summer night, only the wind was blowing so that the man could sometimes hear slight rustle of leaves. Everything seemed peaceful, but silence systematically stroke into his ears.
He was a young man of twenty three with dark thoughtful eyes, red curly hair and freckles right above the nose. Dressed in a grey coat and straight dark jeans, he practically merged with the wall. If someone photographed it, it would be a perfect illustration to a book called “When the world is impossibly still”. But suddenly a strange squeak broke the silence.
He cautiously came closer to the door. He tried to walk as slowly as possible in order not to make extra noise. The world still remained silent. Then he saw a small silhouette moving parallel along the opposite side of the house. He stared at the silhouette. Probably it was a young graceful girl also scared by the squeak. He decided that they would anyway meet right in front of the door and continued walking.
Obviously they met and he saw she looked quite similar to his own image of her: a young girl over eighteen, not really tall, with long blond hair and deep green eyes. They both wanted to enter the house, but it was impossible: it appeared, that the door was locked and they had no key. Though they didn’t know the reasons of each other, they both felt such an incredible sympathy and solidarity, that it was not necessary at all.
When they had met, silence had stepped back. They became so indifferent to that world full of strangers and to the house with its mysterious squeaks, that the last hour seemed unreal. They walked together without any words or gestures and understood that they would never exchange the open door to this new adorable state.