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- Hello? Silence. - Hello? Beeps. Everything in the room looked at each other. The seventh-grader
Nastya thought that it was calling a high school student Victor. Mother thought it was first love and geologist Mike. Father thought it was the Secretary Ella Sergeyevna. Grandma - what is it trooper Egor Petrovich. Grandpa - that's a former dancer Dulevo. And called it I am to do good for people.

I'll be waiting for you all my life with the condition that you hurry to call me back.

- Where are you calling?
Far
- God?
- No. In London.
- God lives in London?
- No, where my mother lives.
- Your mother is God?
- Lorelai...
- God Is A Woman!

They smile when you call them, but they have no time to call you.

The phone has not the key and the lock. Huge barn phone that does not break down. He will not give in. Big, old, plastic, red phone. He doesn't call. She hasn't called me. You don't call. And outside the window again rain. You can also go crazy! You were not crazy all these years? How many times have you looked at your wrists, studying them with a surgical interest. How many times have I poured into the palm of a handful of tranquilizers, which can not only give a healthy sleep without dreams, but the darkness without rain? I ***alsya to think about it. I called you myself.

Call late at night for me, friends,
don't be afraid to Wake up and stop;
the hour nightmare when you can not
and there is no place we would call.