Volibor. Vodolazova V.

The dust over the city settled, it became easier to breathe. Everywhere there is a roar of locusts and laughter of people who flow down the street in a drunken stupor. Holiday. We won again. How many of them have already been? I lost my account. Yes, and whether I wanted to count

a war, to which I did not want to change anything. But she walked through us every six months, not allowing us to recover, and so from time to time. It only remained to live in anticipation of the next battle and enjoy food and fleeting, calm evenings in peacetime.