Tatyana Tolstaya. Light worlds (№ 196345)

I - the steadfast tin soldier, I don't care, I love uneasy, but Oh, my God, when I see this lanky guy with the glasses when I watch him getting out of the car, like caramore when I suddenly recognize him, this ridiculous in a long coat that occurs in flakes of a snowstorm, otvorachivayutsya face from wind, covering his eyes from the Blizzard - my inner tower, the bastions and barriers melt, crumble, crumble like a bad, slow movie. Tell me Lord, why this? Little did they, absurd and confused wearing glasses? Why is this? I don't understand you, Lord. Reveal to me your plans!..