Performance: Eugene Grishkovets. Planet

There is a feeling, which, though generally called a word, but it's a feeling. This feeling is called such a word in their native language to say extremely difficult. In a strange, foreign, as many irresponsible it is to talk about. And say in their native language, then it will stumble and, as if apologizing coughed. And even if that word is to think of it, there in my mind, think, and then as if apologizing will stumble on it and coughed... That word is love.
Well, when you fall in love once again... that's how I fell for you - kaboom! so here, where each love, she's stronger than the previous one. Because I fell like that and you think, "well e-may, well, why again, eh? It was so good, rational, calm and comfortable." And here chuvstvuetsa strong and long again!
And has nowhere to go, it's already fell. You already know everything already. And here, in this condition you go out somewhere for - what for, who is scheduled to love. Because in love do! Well, that is actually comes in cases your body, to fulfill any social functions. And there is created such that you went, went, went... and disappeared, and disappeared, and you were gone, and how would you no, and you can't even remember how it was then and there when you weren't because you re-appear, and the world begins to appear as the image on the photographic paper, and you find yourself sitting on a dirty bench in some strange and unfamiliar to you town, on a dirty bench, which would you without love I'd not sat...