YA tak hochu domoy…
No na toy stancii poezda, k sozhaleniyu, ne ostanavlivayutsya.
Eto istoriya vzrosleniya — ofigeniya, onemeniya, ozareniya, pereosmysleniya — i vsego prochego, chto mozhet sluchit'sya s ne slishkom umnoy, ne osobenno krasivoy i ne otmechennoy talantami devochkoy, rodivsheysya v konce HKH veka v nebol'shom — vymyshlenno-real'nom — poselke gorodskogo tipa gde-to na prostorah Rossii.