The third Thursday of November. Ustinova T.

Then it was rustled in my head, somehow pleasant, soothing, as if a warm wind blew from that very French vineyard where young wine was poured into bottles, and candles lit up especially brightly, and through the warm wind in the head of Plato thought that he had He actually never had such a holiday that it was only Lyoka and could come up with! And he also thought that the matter was not at all in the battle and not that the third Thursday of November is now, but that they are joyful and interesting together, as it was never one by one, and now it will always be!