As It Has Flown Away In A Corner

As it has flown away in a corner as has risen to the feet, with what roar has brought a hand at one stroke to bring down to me a head, what animal hatred his eyes in twilight have sparkled!. Having moaned, it has constrained effort of will itself(himself) and has failed in bed, warming deaf sobbings in a chubby pillow. For the first time I saw and heard not at cinema, and in nature such man's grief. I have rushed to it, have embraced him, began to console, but it has rejected me, has feverishly put on and left. Only and I as the door in a hall has rumbled. And parents, of course, . And I have fallen prone and any thought, any word was not at me in a head, only sharp pain in and - blood drops. Not there, it is visible, it pushed the stick. Here so we also lived, young and beautiful. In the afternoon cheerful, recovered, in public and with people, and at night I was hammered by a nose to a wall and all lay having hardened, yet did not understand that he has fallen asleep. Then and from me pressure left, I was forgotten till the morning.