Tonight I was drinking tea in the kitchen with a pretty chan . She sat on a chair , hugging legs in striped socks with his hands and looked at me with warm heat and listened . I told her about some trifles , she leans her head on the flank , sveshivaya one of the red tails . Then I started to tell her about a book , using a habit , " the idea is that ... ", she smiled and said, " but it can rob Korowai ? " Reflexively I somehow wanted to say something about the Nomad and stopped , disbelief . And she just looked at me and smiled . I held my breath . How , where ? And then I understood. No chan was not, was another empty chair and cold tea on the table. And suddenly felt so lonely that I cried .
