Gull. Fantastic story Pavel Amnuel
Pavel Amnuel On the Embankment of Utkva, she often met an old man dressed in a long coat, cold in winter and too warm in the summer. The stooped, with a wicked gray-haired mane, he wandered along the shore, not paying attention to anyone, and muttered something under his breath. Having caught up with him, she always said: “Good afternoon, Herr Professor,” although she did not know whether the old man was a distracted scientist or an untidy homeless bum. Today the old man did not meet.