My little essay. A stroll in Saint Petersburg One man told that at night people become different. Their desires become alive and they can afford to do something crazy, stupid and sometimes even miraculous. It was exactly that night. A light summer wind played with little leaves of aspens and made tiny waves on water. But when the wind tailed away the Neva felt faint and the moon could admire itself in dark depth. Smells of blooming lilacs soared and moths swirled around a burning lantern. A girl was walking down the street. She was not alone: her thoughts surrounded her mind. However, from time to time she raise her head and stared at the grey skies (in SPB in summer there are white nights) then looked at roofs and went father. But she suddenly noticed the movement on one roof. She stopped and caught her breath. She was pondering: maybe there were thieves or it is simply the noise of the wind. But one moment later everything became clear. Two kittens were playing, they were so cute that she could not tear her eyes. When suddenly they seemed to feel her look and ran away. So, she continued walking. It was about 3 a.m. when she stopped at the square near the river. She looked around and her eyes noticed that one man was sitting on a bench. She came up to him and asked: - Why are you here alone? - I can ask you the same question, moreover I am not alone unlike you. – On his knees there were those two kittens. - But who are you? – The girl wondered. - I am your friend. – The man murmured. – Have a seat, please. The girl was thinking for a while but some force pushed her to him and she sat down. They were sitting in silence. Only kittens played and purred. She took one and put on her knees. The man quietly asked: - How is your father getting on? - He is getting better, but how do you now? - I know much more than you think. – The chap told and looked at her. - The hell! Who are you? - Do you believe in miracles? – The man was smiling, his eyes were so kind and calm. - I do not know, I have a hope. – Said the girl. - So, listen, the sunrise is coming I have only some minutes. - Some minutes for what? – The girl interrupted him. - Some minutes to tell you that I have saved our father. He will be fine. - What, what are you talking about. I am the only child. Who are you? – She was in passion, she even got up. - Trust me, I am your brother and…. Next minute the sun appeared over the river. She looked at bench: three kittens were quietly playing with each other.