Alexander did not have time to think out the story to the end. Birch grove suddenly ended, bumpy road trails fanned out, dissolved in an overgrown meadow clover, and the middle of the meadows in a small gentle hill was a house. It was a manor. Converted. True. Correct. Beautiful. A large two-storey house - yes Palace, a palace! - I was surrounded by a fence from cast-iron lace, rarely divided by square stone pillars. At the same lacy iron gates on both sides - stone lions on low pedestals. Or plaster lions? Ah, what's the difference ... The main thing - restored. And the garden behind the house. And a huge round bed in front of main entrance - like in the movies. And the main entrance - like in the movies. With gentle broad steps in a semicircle, with slender white columns to the balcony on the second floor, with double-leaf solid door, conceived for the Giants ... This is what the money here vbuhali ... And it is not a casino, not a restaurant, not a hotel, not a sanatorium for overstrained health business vbuhali money, and in a normal boarding. Actually, not quite normal. At the boarding school for children with developmental disorders. Especially well done.