Natalia Savitskaya. The dark gift (№ 185792)

- And you're up early.
- Couldn't sleep. All night some sort of infection under the window flew and screamed.
And I'm not screaming, hoarsely said strapona young woman sitting at the next table. I didn't pay attention to her, as she slept, hugging a jug of wine. Now the eye and gray hair and slightly wrinkled face. - I was singing...