Айви had excellent life that arranged her fully. She held a grass bench in one of those small towns that look so, as if got off from a postcard. All had her - she had business that she loved, small apartment, forth above her pharmacy пропахшей a mint and wormwood, garden, where medicinal herbares, and visitors that she was glad to help, grew. Nothing could violate her measure life, even burgomaster for eyes considering her a witch. She a concept did not have, that events in that she very soon will appear pulled in are somewhere opened out. It was needed only to appear on the threshold of her bench to one cat.