Kysh, birds! Grinevsky A.O.

The meters of a slurred bomzhevnaya peasant, not for the season shod in sandals on the bare foot, grow wings. The lucky ones who have received the opportunity to fly like birds - they are victims, who have become unburrying overnight - middle -aged men.

that in the capital, that their life is still an adventure and trouble. Closhers are hunting for winged, competent authorities are pursuing them, they are trying to draw them into political actions and hide them into a semi -criminal business, they give their nerves from relatives. The only chain exit is to fly the border and gain freedom in the sky over the endless steppes of Mongolia.