Stephen King. Carrie (№ 97866)

Once, when I went to new York, I saw an old drunk pulls on the street the hand of a little girl in a blue dress. She cried so that her bleeding nose. The old man had a goiter, and neck - like a Cycling chamber. Huge red bump on his forehead, right in the middle, and blue jacket of twill long white strip. But all hurriedly walked past, because if you do not pay attention, they will soon be hidden from view.