Book: Personal assistant to the rector

They are in almost identical black tuxedos and white shirts reminded me not quite sober penguins.

- And you all know what's going on here? And then we began to understand, and then... I gave a vague shrug.
Yeah. The rector understood. - And then you just got drunk. Very Mature.

Wake-up Kato has always been a shamanic dance with a tambourine. Long, dreary, cursing and the final chord in the form of poured on the head of a glass of water.

Quiet melody sounds right out of the air, came as a surprise. At first I was confused and stopped, but then caught a mischievous boyish smile, and his lips trembled in response. Obeying I began to slowly and smoothly slide on the parquet. There was something enchantingly magical and touching. The two of us in a virtually empty building, between cans of paint and all the painting pieces.