Chapter 4
In a few minutes I was driving on my way to Bryukhovychi. The drizzling rain was thrashing the windshield. Fog was spreading on the road. The gloomy day gave me a shiver and spoiled my mood. The car bumped up and down as it hit potholes, slipped in mud, and snorted, scattering bits of mud and splashing water in every direction. I glanced in the mirror – looking at me was the tired face of a gazetteer, who managed to make a name for himself thanks to scandalous reports about the life of nighttime Lviv. Day and night knocking about the city, stealing a few hours of sleep from time to time. Only because shellshock at the front deprived me of my ability to sleep as much as other normal people, I’ve never been able to start a family and I live alone. The girls that fate has brought m
