Egor Has Given These Letters To Me. It

Egor has given these letters to me. It is a lot of them - a thick package of the leaves which have been used up by small letters. Almost I have marked off in them separate paragraphs only to hint, show, through what inconceivable tests it was possible to pass to prototypes of this narration, what tests pretty often fall to a lot of almost each of us. So, it is better to see once, than hundred times to hear. What for to the poor girl from vineyards wisdom if she loves Solomona? And what for Solomonu its wisdom if she loves it? I love you. I think that it is my "charter of immunity". This year has re-read early Mayakovsky. At it is: the love is heart of everything, without it - the life (approximately) stops. I you - love. And consequently I live. So was, so is. While I live - I love. And in they be all: meaning of the life of mine, and my sun. I love. Also it is religious believing, under fight of a New Year's chiming clock I will whisper the prayer - in your name. And to think - of you.