Sergei Dovlatov. Area (№ 100012)

In the summer, just seem in love. Warm green twilight wander under the branches. They turn every word in the mysterious and dark mark... ”
Outside the window the snowstorm began. White flakes fell obliquely on the glass from the darkness.
And summer just seem to love, murmured the warden.
Sleepy lance wandered the corridor with the rustling touching the Wallpaper.
“In the summer just seem so in love...”
Alikhanov felt a quiet joy. He lovingly crossed out two words and wrote:
“In the summer... not to seem in love...”
Life has become malleable. It was possible to change the movement of the pencil with cold hard edges and an embossed inscription - “Orion”...
- In the summer it is not easy to feel in love again and again Alikhanov...”