Scar
A spring evening creeps so quietly, creeps into the city - it will soon swallow it completely. The sky, in the morning the blue-mild, to the slope of the day grimaced in clouds, long and shapeless. As if to rain. But the evening is so wonderful that you don’t want to think about brotherhood and other people's happiness. I want my own. Happiness, that is ... And it, this very happiness, lingered somewhere around the bend and did not come close, even the nose from around the corner does not seem. And...