In the square near the new-built temple, shining like a gypsy's teeth, I was called by a curly-haired woman of about fifty in a chic peach suit.

- Young man, can you just press a button, right here, against the background of the temple? It's easy, the main thing is not to mix up with the button Off, - and handed me a tiny soap box of adolescence. I took and turned the soap in my hands, pretending to be the idiot's face. The woman ran away from me and became pretentious, her body expressed an appeal, and mime - piety. I pressed.

- Well, what did you cut off the cross? - the woman has taken offense, studying result of my diligence. - Let's once again, only I regroup to be slimmer.

She ran back one more time, stood and pushed one of her legs forward on the chick.

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo, - I muttered.

- I'm sorry, what? - the woman asked without moving.

- Nothing. This is a special photographic plot to build, "I said, three times pressing the button. - Amen.

"Are you a photographer?".

"The exorcist photographer," I answered,.

- Perfectly! Wonderful! I'm so slender that I do not recognize myself, "the peach woman screamed enthusiastically after me.

I swiftly withdrew without turning round.

Together with her slender leg her open mouth came out, but I did not have a special photographic plot against the zevlorotia. But the cross turned out uncircumcised.

- Thank you! - screamed a woman. "What did you say?" Sed libera what?.

The golden domes shot me in the back with sunbeams, melting from blasphemy.

Do you make strangers better than they are?.

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