and Paris. The Elysée Fields. A 6-liter mercer stops at the light.
607 and bicycle. The drivers saw each other, surprise immediately.
It was changed by turbulent joy. They parked. They stumbled on each other
and hugs:
Oh my God, how many years, how many winters...
And you remember Odessa, and you remember our courtyard.
Isera Pinchovich... This is a meeting! And in Paris!! No, yes
I can’t go away, I know there’s a nice restaurant.
We sit down and eat lunch. We will remember.
The driver of the bicycle turned:
Oh you know, it’s the Elysée Fields, I’m afraid of it.
The restaurant is not in my pocket.
“Semen, what a condition between us, you won’t eat.