Автор:David Mitchell Год: 2015 Издание:Sceptre Страниц: 236 ISBN: 9781473616684 I've stopped, because the far end of the garden, the wall with the small black door -it's gone all faint and dim. Not because of evening. It can't even be four o'clock yet. Not because it's misty, either. I look up -the sky's still bluish, like it was before. It's the garden itself. The garden's fading away.'
