Friday, no — Wednesday — is just the time for a light antidote and an evening in pleasant company. And ahead are the holidays that every self-respecting working person and gardener honours and values — the May holidays. Everyone off to the
garden – that is, to the bar.
He entered: and the cork shot to the ceiling,
The comet wine spurted in a stream… (c).
The place is on a cosy street right in the centre of the city: a cobbled street and blossoming chestnut trees. The neighbours are, of course, unexpected — but as safe as in a vault. Here you have restaurants, and a hospital, and the building of the Federal Security Service Directorate.
Night, street, streetlamp, pharmacy… (c).