After All I You - For Myself -

After all I you - for myself - did not clean, I accepted you that - guarded that "did not cause delights", but - and it there was you. My age me does not concern. I yours - painfully perceive. Not today's (on me though hundred years, I love you). If to you was twice less, I would sit absolutely very quietly, waited any ten, fifteen, thirty years. For that not to wait? And now how to be?. Live, please, very long! To salts of Alejkum, Egor Alesha! Intend to inform you the freshest and surprising news. The matter is that I horror to what love you. And therefore you are my bitter grief, in combination, as - my sun and happiness. Whether not so to you it is burdensome? Whether will cope? Nevertheless it is necessary to have patience years still on fifty - eighty. Well, then, sometime! - you will become old, sick, suddenly (here well - that will be!) itself also you can not go - then I will come, to roll you in any carriage, in the street. I will deliver you somewhere in a secluded corner and I will be accepted my favourite, and to you - where to you to get to? That without me you can not go, you will not escape! To live here only to a time!.