Anya turned around to her friend. Paulina, having squatted down, was pressing her temples with her hands and swaying. “What’s with you?” “My head… hurts!” Paulina said slowly. “Why?” “Don’t know. Sit me down somewhere. I can’t see a thing… Doesn’t matter, it’ll soon pass.” Anya sat Paulina down on the steps, and indeed, she soon became better.
