I Do Not Understand: Why In A XIX-th

I do not understand: why in a XIX-th century died of love, and I live? Why there was from melancholy but to the favourite person a consumption, and at me they be is not present? What simple and exact Russian expression: has died of heart rupture. Heart was broke off. Probably, it does not threaten me, because the such can happen with strong, healthy heart. And at me it and consequently got used. Whether you as lips, the person, a breast pine with intolerable desire are capable to understand, present - to be absorbed in your neck, in a breast, to nestle on you! You feel it to , physically, and it is impossible to get rid of it. Well though on two minutes take me, though for a minute! To manage to inhale, that further - to sustain! Such chasm where I and itself do not look: terribly. The hands of its beginning to dig, meaningly. Yes if has regretted! On village to the grandfather. Vanka Zhukov. Actually, I also did not cease to write to you. In the winter, in the spring. Last time has wished happy birthday and simply without a congratulation - wrote all time.