Françoise Sagan. The signal to surrender (№ 22250)

August flew by like a dream. On the eve of the first of September they went to bed at midnight. Bezdelniki a month alarm clock Antoine was wound up for eight hours. Antoine lay on the back, hand with a lit cigarette hung from the bed. It started to rain. Heavy drops lazily down from the heavens and fell to the pavement. Antoine somehow thought that the rain is warm, and salty as tears Lucille, skativshiesya quietly, her eyes on his cheek. It was pointless to ask about the cause of these tears that the clouds that Lucille. The summer is ended. He knew there was the most wonderful summer of their lives.