....когда-то. Когда-то, давным давно. Когда-то, когда я была...

.... once upon a time. Once upon a time, a long time ago. Once, when I was little, I went to concerts by Agatha Christie, lived in Russia and treated children. These are such bright spots. Port on the roof. Vodka in the kitchen under the lamp. Some kind of warm apartments, cats, people. Of people! Rain, bright leaves in the autumn evening, when running-running through the park, as always forgot an umbrella. Once upon a time. Who is it? Where is it? And love, different, stupid, strong, sometimes beautiful and true. Always real. And the sun under the pines warms in the back. Sitting on the shore. With friends. Staring into the distance, chatting about nothing. Summer. Spring. And certainly a straw in his mouth. And by all means comes a clean morning.