Having sighed, he has put books in a package, a foot has switched off device already unnecessary it and left. By, smiling,
the old man with a checkered torn bag both the same checkered and torn umbrella has floated. In a military way having
saluted Kvidu and thus having said goodbye, the old man has come up on street. The shop was already filled with people
and Kvid has decided that here too it nothing it. Has solved and left during a rain. An umbrella, even torn, at it was not.
Some especially poetic natures so speak about a rain: the sky cries. Kvid was in this respect more prosy - in its opinion if
during a rain something and did the sky it was exclusively wetted. And when it had a bad mood, as, for example, this time,
frankly ssalo to it in soul.