. The Manual. And This Manual So Will Turn

. The manual. And this manual so will turn that all bows-florets - where, and you - on are thrown. Such grow fond! And I love you. Also be not scattered by me, please. And let somebody so learns you, how I know. I am ready to kneel and pray: , native mine, well let I at you will be! Only let I at you will be! I cannot without you. You can ask me again and again: "What for I am necessary to you?" To me it simply to answer: to live. You are necessary to me, that I lived. That was - self. That felt happy. Unfortunate - too. That - to rejoice that you live. Already without you, Egor absolutely is impossible for me. About harm of the tender word, which (harm) it would be desirable to test an amateur romance again and again You are gentle henceforth me do not name, After all for you "native" means nothing! And for me - for an instant the flashed paradise At once has turned back a scorching heat hellish, hot. Rest to a shower distraught both rebellious will not come back more never. And heart will frenziedly wait: When? When? That you still though time named me so gently.