Ih bilo mnogo... No kazhdoe bilo unilkalno... Oni bistro plili po nebu potomu chto veter silniy... On ih kuda to zval i oni plili za nim... on podletel ko mne, snyal rezinku s volos... perebiral volosi i nezhno kasalsya kozhi... Nezhniy i tepliy... Sheptal o gorizonte i zval dushu s soboy...

Obruchennaya s vetrom...