The summer air. And your writing about diplomas.
The tomb, pl Ordzhonikidze, general staff of the school, 1995-th. Diplomas were written overnight, and when the city was shrinking, they went to the roof (there were 11 floors). A light village girl was there, and her father taught her to whisper in two fingers. We closed our ears, saving the membranes. A whist and we wait: someone whispered in response in the silence of the city, a whisper - and someone whispered on the car, a whisper - a scream: "Hello, hello to the night of the tomb."
A wonderful student.