Mary Faris. Brasilis (№ 311767)

The landlady Violetta opened the door before I knocked.
- Come on, it's ready.
- Ready for what?
She returned the gesture. I followed her down the corridor, climbed to the second floor. Stair railing shone like cocks-candy in the sun.
- This is your room.
The Windows did not have curtains, open the shutters. The candle on the nightstand instead of a lamp. The edge of the blanket folded, the pyramids stood whipped like cake "Pavlova", two pillows. This bedroom hugged me tightly mother.