Saturday, March 15, 2008

Not To Keep A Beret On A Head.

Not to keep a beret on a head. The storm groans, howls, having flown into a rage roars. Rages, waves drives back, They rise for a parapet. With me nearby your shade again. From a storm of feelings is not present. 6. I on your traces wander. You will leave, I come. I on the same place sit, I look at the same frescos. I on yours wander to traces. It is necessary to meet to us? 7. I rush about as in a cage. I grieve. Than you will be helped henceforth by I? I am weak. I you . Forces to you! I wish happiness you. Egor! Live always! What for you are necessary to me? To love you. To respect you, to be proud of you, to admire, to exult, feel happy: there is you! To be surprised: why I - live, how it - without you - and I live? To depend on you, to serve you, to submit to you. To thirst to be something to you useful, to dream to make something for you. You know, I lately live, feeling myself in any sea of gratitude in relation to you. Probably, if I was with you - nearby - do not put, not three days - longer - ten, month - I could not, would not survive: it is impossible to present that it - can be carried in itself - and not to blow up.

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