Book: Rachel

My grandmother confessed once,
Shaking his head gray:
"I was lanying with a love thirst,
When I was young!
Ah, the times have rushed by!
Where are you a violent spring?
Where are you bright stars?
Are the kisses hot?"

In his youth, who was not stupid!

I love you! I love immensely, firmly, tenderly, I love forever, hopelessly! My dreams are living embodiment, you are my temptation, my bliss and torment.

Where is your dream driving you?

She can't drink plain vodka.

Thunder and rumble, howling, moving...
Didn't the volcano suddenly score?
No, it was in the ballroom.
Deafening kankan!

I will not go against my conscience. I have always done this, saving my soul, and I will do so until the last days.

Here boredom hurts the heart,
Rain for a month drums,
Everywhere only mud and puddles,
And every day the weather is worse.