Donna Of Tartt. Goldfinch (№ 256552)

Very magic picture, her liveliness was like a strange, aerial point, when hitting the snow in front of the cameras whirled snowflakes and green light, and care has become a game, who will win, who will lose, she just wanted to revel in these silent, flying in the wind minutes. I looked at the picture and felt the same convergence only at a single point: trembling, pierced the sun a moment that existed in eternity and now. And only occasionally did I notice the chain at the goldfinch on the leg or thought about, how cruel life had treated with a little living creature - it will fly up briefly and fatefully land in the same hopeless place.