may be that becouse of slepless night..

I was sitting in the all-day-long line for an external passport. Left from me a modern old woman was sitting with a PC. Right from me ordinaryanry old woman was sitting with a pale eyes. And i was reading Fransuasa Sagan and was davvero crying for every her page. Her short novell "parting as romans do" made me weep and leave out to warm moscow winter. like sometimes u wake up in the middle of the night 'cause u cant stand sleeping longer...