He didn't remember such a cold winter in Vienna yet. Every time the door opened and a cloud of cold air flew into the cafe, he shivered a little. For a long time no new visitors came, and Sigmund fell into a light senile nap, but now the door banged again, and he raised his head to look.
Two newcomers just entered the cafe - a whiskered gentleman and a lady with a high chignon.
The lady held a long sharp umbrella in her hands.
The gentleman carried a small purse decorated by dark shiny furs, a little moist from the melted snowflakes.
(From "Sigmund in a Cafe" by Victor Pelevin)