Welcome v proshloe

On chorosho videl devushku skvoz′ stekla binoklya. On lezhal na kryshe i ulybalsya, razglyadyvaya ee. Krasivaya, v shelkovom do shhikolotok odeyanii ona vyglyadela velichestvenno, slovno koroleva. No bol′she vsego porazhali ee glaza. CHut′ raskosye, yarko-zelenogo, kak izumrud, cveta. Devushka smotrela na vechernij gorod. Muzhchina usmechnulsya i dostal mobil′nik. On chotel uvidet′ vyrazhenie ee lica, kogda ona poluchit sms. V poslanii byl lish′ vopros: Tak kto ubil CHe? On otlozhil binokl′ i gromko proiznes: Dobro pozhalovat′ v proshloe!