- I don't know with whom to share my sadness. - Sad the dark haired girl of thirteen touching the image of winged unicorn over her breast sitting on the floor in a big dark room. - Perhaps I should tell everything to Oleksandr? But will he understand me? Don't be silent, please... Answer me... Suddenly some light flooded the room. It was the light from the girl's breast, from that image of the winged unicorn. Then this image separated from the skin and stiffened at a distance. Little by little the unicorn became voluminous and finally he was quit realistic and screamingly giant.