The madness of the white nights. Valiullin R.R.

Buy a ticket, go to St. Petersburg, you can even one. Be sure to fall in love with someone, in extreme cases-to the city. You will begin to patch up black days with white nights, to reduce and breed bridges, the roads of which will burrow the marking into the sky.

The story of two pilots who conquered one woman and one sky. One wanted to reach the heights, the other - to become great, it seemed to them that everything from the height was visible, but everything they saw: the city is cold, people did not change, flying weeks, everyone thinks about happiness. Someone is digesting Saturday, others do not digest Monday. The issue of happiness is still open as a window in which you can see the stars, but you can just smoke...