What There The Reason, What Understanding - Only

What there the reason, what understanding - only I love, only I feel that you are a condition of my existence, environment, sense etc., etc. Awfully on me weather operates, even it is a shame to speak about it: directly any independence. In very bad weather I can rejoice: someone from the great characterised a baba-yaga - "Simply charm that for muck!" Some days - clouds have tightened all, the sky - one clouds both so it is low and so it is heavy - the sky which has leant the elbows on roofs. "A charm that for muck". Pljusovaja temperature - and small snow. Happens - cold, , a bronchitis. Houses - the temperature, cough, a head is turned, to rise - it is impossible. You go for work (annoyingly - to pass, every day - it is very a pity to me to lose), and there suddenly you will see you and you "are walked up and down, revive. I then very emotionally work, such manner: to squeeze out of itself all forces at your presence. The word here has somehow occurred:"furiously"I work, and illness is not present, as was not.