Odillija Rossel

To Italy I have arrived for the first time. But there all my friends and acquaintances, and in general, at me such sensation
have visited that, except me, there were all. Well, here now I too have seen that part of this remarkable European country
which is called Rome. I will not describe the impressions, no special impressions at me existing. Weather there in April
approximately same, as in Sent-Rivere. I understand nothing architecture, and people around same, only the majority speaks
in Italian. From the airport I have called Odillii, and we have agreed that I will arrive to it to a workshop where we can easy
communicate. I was presented to it by name and already wished to tell lies that the journalist writing about secular
entertainments and hobbies, but it has suddenly exclaimed:
- Meriel Adams?! You do not joke? You investigate theft in "Unique person"? It is simply improbable!
Here it glory. Comes when you least wait for it, moreover so inopportunely... Cunning is not has gone right.
To the address which to me named Odillija, I have gone by a taxi. The driver decently spoke English, and it was possible to
name my trip very pleasant as I, appear, did not know, how many enthusiastic words it is possible to tell concerning female
appeal. It is a pity that I have not guessed to write down all its verbal masterpieces on a dictophone.
Area in which the workshop of the artist settled down, I would not name respectable, but here there was an original style. Old
houses as if sat down on hunkers along narrow and long street, it was possible to name both faceless, and picturesque,
depending on with what mood them to consider.