Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью НиколаяЛакутина.
On the scoreboard of the Krasnodar railway station the inscription:
"Flight 242S Adler-Novokuznetsk arrived on the 2nd way. The departure time of 22.49»
People hastily began to move to land. Nazar arrived to his car, when the conductor checked the ticket peredistijs men.
Adler-Novokuznetsk? he asked the guide.
"Yes, Hello, let me see what you have," said the guide.
Nazar held out the ticket, having familiarized with which the conductor is made:
– Yes, that's right, just our car. May I have your passport?
Nazar submitted his passport. The conductor checked the data with the ticket.
– Please come in.
A few minutes later he was walking down the corridor, peering at the compartment numbers. The fourth issue, the thirteenth, the fourth compartment… fourth compartment… Here it is.
– Oh, lucky, ' came a voice clear leader-jovial attendant of the company.
– Good evening, may I join you? – a nice soft tone greeted Nazar set in a coupe guys.
"Go ahead –" said the second man, who was sitting just on the bottom shelf, intended for a new companion, who quickly released the shelf by moving to a neighbor. On the top shelf someone slept, or pretended. Anyway, on the occasion of the celebration and celebration of the new neighbor, the passenger from the top shelf did not show himself.
– Far? a smiling companion asked.
– in Novosibirsk.
We Stasanor early exit.
– Why did you say lucky? Nazar turned to the merry fellow.
– Well, then, you have what?
– Thirteenth.
– Well… that's what I mean…
– Clear, and I'm not superstitious, I don't care, as long as the company pleasant the road was.
– Don't worry, a day or two will shake together, a conversation develops like, come on, what do to meet people? Peter – the man with a smile held out his hand.
– Nazar.
– Stas, – held out hand another guy.
– Nazar.
– Nastya, all of a sudden from the top shelf came a voice, and extends a graceful maiden's hand for an awkward imitation of a strong man's handshake.
Raising his head, Nazar saw a pretty smiling girl's head with disheveled hair sticking out from under the blanket.
– Nazar, nice to meet you.
