- Me Thirty Years, And I Love You,

- Me thirty years, and I love you, and I have waited you, it is my holiday! And who behaves shy on holidays?. Yes, this evening and this night were celebratory. No, would be, if all time near to me there was no Nastja. for one night wished to learn everything that has missed in a life about what knew only from books and video players, including rather immodest. She did not wish to pay attention to a pain of the broken off body, and many times in these long and short hours we hot met in different poses on which she has been well informed. And almost each time among its groans and joyful praises near to me there were Nastiny of an eye. As delusion! We have fallen asleep, at last, whether very much late, whether very much early, somewhere about four o'clock in the morning. I have woken up Because that have felt a sight of Alevtiny. I lay on a back, and it has densely nestled all over on my right foot and the right hand and, having lifted a head, is inquisitive looked at me. I have interrogatively hitched up a chin.