At First One, Then There Still Showed To

At first one, then there still showed to someone, learnt! Behind all this vanity: calculations, tickets, notebooks - there lived this understanding, knowledge: there is at me your photo. Such blazes a glow in half of sky, the night sky that becomes absolutely light. Also smiled happily all these days. If one. Instead of one - so all the same a smile remained - not on lips, not in eyes - in a shower. This week "has made" you another. And not in that has, of course, put that you probably, for last seven months and have smiled to me warmly - for the first time. Though also it, of course, you wait. How many in your severity to live? At once - as snow three-day - all is washed off is gloomy-sick. I so love you! It is possible to go mad - only of one it: the secretary who sits with you in the next room, these women on mail, tens others - which speak with you, go - nearby, by - and niche-go-shenki though that - as all the others as a wall, a table, a chair, here look, how many they are go, both do not look, and there is no you for them, - and for me - most-most, and it is impossible to wish - to see you, to touch not a photo! I do not speak about three days, no, at least about one, I - with such ease happiness! - on a year from me remained in an hour, for five minutes - with you! - would give.