. - Believe To Me, The Brother: I Do

. - Believe to me, the brother: I do not consider, I do not feel the man. The part of my body is buried, Ahillu assimilating me is no time. "Kirkeja - Polienu - greetings. I speak to you, the young man, be afraid of a paralysis. I never met so dangerous patient. Really, you are already half-dead!. But all the same: though you also have put me a great insult, I will not refuse to the sufferer a medicine. Be healthy, if you can ". Having convinced that I have read all these mockeries, Hrisida has told to me: It can happen with everyone, especially in our city where women are capable also the moon from the sky. To reduce. After all and it is possible to recover from it. Answer only more tenderly to my madam and sincerity of feeling try to return its arrangement. After all, to tell the truth, since then, as you have offended it, it out of yourself. "Polien - Kirkee - greetings. . You Will want my death, I will come with own ; if you will be content with castigation - I naked will come running to the sovereign.