Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 264035)

In the city the first snow of the feminine. Because he is the bride. White, innocent and restless. She is still to come - drunk guests, the groomsmen, mother-in-law in the grass, family scenes and youth, he, the rascal, casually crushed. Until all the flying, dancing and spinning. Machine blink often eyelashes janitors, short-sighted shining lights, wrapped in a thick scarf a person at a tram stop going around in circles not able to unravel their own footprints, and some kind of thin girl with sparkling flowing hair flies and flies in the cloud of diamond dust where it has been waiting for.