And even earlier, on a sweet June afternoon, seventeen white pure bluebirds were blown out of the gilded cells in the large banquet hall of the still magnificent Prague. That day Masha Semenova married Edik Svetlov. For Masha, the marriage was not as socially significant an event as, say, for Edik, who was bored to sit under the wing of his Old Testament and mighty as Sawaof, the pope, whose authority in the commercial part was unquestionable. Marriage was for Edik an act of moral maturity, independence and the status of a solid and solid businessman, which he had long dreamed of revered ... But the special and lasting value of marriage Masha had for her father, a lawyer to the bone, who as a relative received in the affairs of the Elderly his cherished blood fraction, and most importantly, his trust in what the latter was generally able to relate to Romulo. That day Masha was sprinkled with flowers. - Smile," Dad whispered, "if you knew how much it was flattened out for all this,"