Aleksandr Ivanovich Kuprin. The Wheel Of Time (№ 155558)

You say too much? Nothing. The wine is light and the Grenadines only beats the taste of sulfur. Look, no offense. I noticed your momentary glance, sidelong. You know, you have thought about me: "I do Not fell it?" No, my friend: I am not descended, and so to say, devastated. Empty soul, and left me alone only bodily case. Live by the immutable law of inertia. Is business, is money. Healthy morning reading Newspapers and drinking coffee, all right. Wine taste only in the event that the company, although the company itself I did not fun. But the soul is ruined. Contemplate for days indifferent, as long-familiar film.