Rizdvo z chervonym kardynalom

ZHyvesh, planuyesh, vidkladayesh hroshi na vidpustku, a todi… Nevtishnyy diahnoz stavyt′ krapku v planach. Vid svoho likarya Osval′d diznayet′sya, scho zhyty yomu lyshayet′sya nebahato. Budenni problemy vraz stayut′ smishnymy y nevazhlyvymy. Osval′d vyrishuye: do did′ka pochmuryy CHykaho! Poperedu — Rizdvo. Ostannye dlya Osval′da. I zustrity yoho vin planuye v charivnomu viddalenomu mistechku pid nazvoyu Lost-Ryver. Zdayet′sya, scho navit′ chas zabuv pro tse mistse. Tut lystonoshi peresuvayut′sya chovnamy, a mistsevi zhinky — chlenkyni tayemnychoyi spil′noty, yaka pidpil′no robyt′ dobri spravy. Lyudy nespishni y zahadkovi, i v povitri vytaye aromat lymonnoho pyroha. Odnoho dnya Osval′d zazyraye do mistsevoyi kramnychky, u yakiy meshkaye ptashka. Malen′ka chervona ptashka na im’ya Dzhek. Ta tse lyshe odne z dyv, yaki chekayut′ na Osval′da v Lost-Ryveri. Use-taky vin opynyvsya tut zovsim ne vypadkovo…