I - About Your Private World, Out Of

I - about your private world, out of dialogue. With me you are not a riddle, here - all horror to what is simple and clear. With this woman (which in your apartment lives) - in my opinion, I too understand all. I can easily present you with other women. But here that you such out of dialogue, with itself, one? I forget to switch off gas, light, I leave at doors a key. But that is connected with you as I remember it! We went in an electric train, and I concern with a foot of your foot - at me and now this "electric" sensation, such memory - at a skin! I love you. I tell it now zha-alobno - prezha-and-alobno. My body grieves for any swords, , to bullets and even on ordinary to a knife. At me such impossible requirement to close itself - you! And, when I will weaken, I will fall at your feet (quite aesthetically), you will upraise upwards hands (as you to us told about Dzhune) and will exclaim: - My God! What for you have taken away it from me! Whom I have lost! - here then you will understand! Yes will be late.