silhouette could not turn the corner, February wind joined with him in the dispute.
dispute was the most natural, in a sense, obsolyutno bessmysliny. None of the debaters had no osnavany at him. Wind, torn from the ground due to lack of legs, just do was not under a facts on which he could stretch. That the dispute was on an equal footing wind naturally tried to knock down the stubborn silhouette - and began a spores.
As two sheep they stood on the corner, but the silhouette is still able to slowly move forward. He is a true debater looked only to himself feet. Porridge made of snow, asphalt and lantern light, telling him that the street is dark. When the February wind flew to argue with another silhouette, our hero finally raised his head. On him because of right angles and elongated statues furtively looked pale crimson sky. He realized: "Darkness is not. It just do not in this world! ". And in a bag He was lying coal. He was going to paint a black ptitsu.Net, dark-gray bird with black head. He went on, and contradicts himself: "I'm going to black light. Light Raspberry pastel sheet. But no! Best ink dirty yellow, you get porridge at my feet. And yet there is no darkness, I hid it in his bag, turned into coal палочки, которые крошаться и ломаются под пальцами и растворяются от любого прикосновения. Темноты нет."
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