Asthenic syndrome (№ 357929)

Girls, girls make curtseys. The boys tilt fast nod of the chin to the chest and click my heels. Smile politely and arrogantly. Photoplate modest eyes're holding back, cherish your dream, the dream about the jungle, the lilies, the delicate singers, dancers, Oriental mysterious princes. And rip, tear rustling silk and fingertips barely touching his quivering skin. Remember, then remember. When someone asks you what you think, reply cold: nothing. Innuendo wordy.