Tennessee Williams. A Streetcar Named Desire (№ 22249)

After all, no hardness, no special autonomy for you never saw me. And the weak have to search for the location of strong, Stella. Their job is to beckon to him, to draw, and colors, they need gentle, like pollen on the wings of butterflies, she must have cast a spell... if nothing else to pay... overnight shelter. So I was not so virtuous lately. I was looking for a shelter, Stella. Under one roof, who couldn't keep a secret, then under the other... there was a storm, all the time the storm ended, and I was whirled into this vortex. Is this anyone reckon?.. Men?.. Yes, they have not yet fallen in love with me, and the clue was: have I - no... and go And try to find support, if not pay attention, you will not be conspicuous. Here are the low-and remains - twinkle and Shine... so throw a paper lantern on the light bulb.
I'm scared, so scared. I don't know now how long I got this whole rigmarole... Now on the same vulnerability will not last long: the weakness of weakness, and beauty beauty. And I'm not the same.