I go out to him in the corridor. Seryozha is standing over the extended drawer of the dressing table.

Packets of powder for colds, a couple of pills in case of a pomelo. In a pile of papers creak and gleam the packages of medicines in foil. I fingertips and search for what I need.

Checks, checks, why does she keep them? It is unlikely that he does household accounting. Receipts, crumpled narrow ticket from the bus. And something very important. Check. LLC "Tsvetopttorg" The order was made yesterday. White roses - twenty-one pieces. Decorative greens - seven pieces. Anemones red. Step. First lays the ears. Vibration in the solar...