Alexander Polar. The tale of the suicide (№ 279361)

- Excuse me, please, thank you, excuse me, just one person wanted to get me drunk, to make her my wife, and I would have died from misery with him...
Rich, Yes, they are...
I immediately replied:
- And flowers - no. Recently one guy gave me a bouquet of flowers, which was more than a hundred roses. And I don't know how to hint that I need to take with food...
- Food, TV shows and a warm blanket at night? he added.
- Chamomile tea is still possible! - I smiled.
- Wow, frankly!
Why? - I smiled all the time. Every word had a smile.
- I never drink chamomile tea but would drink with you. Right now.