and Siberia. January 2012. The midnight. The frost. A small snow.
I am in the warm house by the window. Temperature is minus 36.
In the courtyard on the bench, under the light of the lamp, sits a girl in a pantyhose and a clothed hat.
Next to the two long-lined guys, in light winter jackets, in turn, on the turnip perform exercises.
They talk about something. Comments on the tournament. They laugh.
well well.
Truth is good.
The street is minus 36!! to