And Egor, Ah, Egor. Its These Infinite Business

And Egor, ah, Egor. Its These infinite business trips, its these late returnings when he thinks that I already sleep and quietly lays down sideways not to disturb me. And its this heavy involuntary sigh when it fluctuates, whether to wake me, decides that is not present, it is not necessary. It is disconnected, at last, falls asleep, and I. In my soul all cries, all shouts, and I lie quietly, as if indeed - a log-log as if I can sleep when the long-awaited happiness falls. Yes, I will cry, I will whimper, , and it appears in the morning that has overslept that children has already lifted, has washed, Egor has fed, and I am declared in a dining room with eyes, when the sacred Trinity already gathers for an exit. What happens with me, with us? Those are really right who as if the happiness is rapid, as if everyday life quickly and inevitably clear lakes of our love? Yes I would reconcile to this ordinary wisdom if in my memory, in each section of my body there would not live that hot flame which burnt in me still more recently and suddenly have begun to fade.