Viche 2006 20

20, 2006

Gentleman, I invite you to Lviv

I decide once and for all: only to Lviv. A transit bus for a minute or two stops in a regional center at midnight, so there is a chance to agree with a driver about the attached place. Careful uncles wife, accompanying me, on the porch once again examines my feelings: Arent you afraid? What? Cautious look somewhere in darkness: People say there are banderovtsi The fiftieth were only running to the end.

Stanislav TETERUK