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The night turned out to be stellar today, the stars poured out in the sky in a fine scattering and brightly twinkling lights winked at each other. The moon was full and shone through my open window, so bright that I couldn’t sleep.

«Summer, what a wonderful time of the year, and summer nights can’t be compared to anything at all,» so I lay and thought without closing my eyes, and the time was already two o’clock in the morning.

And then I realized that if I continue to lie there and do nothing, I can spend this night completely without sleep.

So I decided to go to the balcony and breathe fresh air into my lungs, and then fill them with cigarette smoke.

Well, I smoke, I smoke, what can you do with me now.

Very quietly, I got out of bed so as not to wake Natasha, put on my slippers and went as quietly as possible to the balcony, which was in the living room.

Parting the curtains, I went out to him. After looking around the neighborhood, I stretched and took cigarettes from the windowsill.

– What a beautiful view, isn’t it Vasily? – the already familiar voice of the brownie sounded, somewhere very close to me.

I looked around, then looked around again, but I didn’t see anyone.

«I can hear you, but for some reason I can’t see you, come out,» I said happily.

– The most important thing is that there is a connection between us and this is already good, I don’t like the smell that is coming from you now, Vasily, – the invisible Zyuzya continued to speak.

– Don’t you smoke there?

– We don’t smoke. Vasily, so where were we last time? – the brownie asked.