I Love You. I Love You, Egor! I

I love you. I love you, Egor! I love. To me and it is sick for you, and it is awfully insulting that all good in me - by you, not for you, and my love - useless for you. And if?! I will buy lottery tickets and to play a sport lotto. I will win the car and I will save up very much many money. I will go somewhere to caucasus. I will find courageous mountaineers. I will give them the car and money. I will live in a lonely hut and all to look at road. And once! They!! Will ride!!! And through a saddle at them something will lie in black !!!! It they will steal you. And I will tell: "you Will live here the whole month. You can not in idleness - search for minerals". And they will shake the daggers: "Zarezhim!" And you will be frightened also month will live with me. Be not afraid, we will not die: they will bring to us meat, bread and wine. I love you, Egor! I love you. And can, and not it. Perhaps and another. So even it will be better. There is a hope to stay any time together. After all physicians in a dispensary if they still to eat, survey you will want once, well and on me they cry for a long time.