alexander nikolaevich, the devil knows what it is, elsa nikola.nt matter it was the very middle of life, but now, now, it’s scary to count what remains to live. “you remember me, young, sasha, and i don’t remember, as if two different i’ve lived my life, it’s good, sasha, that you showed up." if i stop you for an hour, please, for a week, for a week, until the second, i’ll go to komarovo, i’ll find myself in the kuchina, if i stop you for an hour, man, well, forgive me, that’s how it is it turned out, well, you’re smart, you understand everything yourself, well, sorry, i spent, i spent. well, how will it be for you now? who knows what will happen? go eat, sasha, dinner is still warm. thank you, i don’t want to, i don’t want to, but you haven’t eaten anything, look who you look like, go ahead and eat, don’t worry, i’ve seen everyone here, you know. why do you need it? i need it, but i need it, why did i let it go? you'll still live, sasha, you'll help me remove the grapes, i can't do it alone, but they're good grapes, sasha, let's go have lunch, an