In the language of elves

He is strange. No one communicates with him. He has an excellent memory. He wanders everywhere as a ghost.
So they say.
He is studying at the University of Boston, where everyone, shutting, calls him an elf-because of a tattoo on his neck, drawn on arued. And also because an eccentric. He looks strangely, strangely says, behaves strangely, with the advent of the new season changes the color of the hair. Spends half the night on the street.
Only one person does not like his nickname. The student of the historical faculty, who has been constantly watching him for almost two years and walks on the heels at night, thinking that he remains unnoticed.
“Everything will pass. And you? Ask what I am, and also go away. ”