a friend has a quarrel, often the one who loves quarrels in vain, you look into each other’s eyes, maryanovichmeone was a friend misfortune is abandoned, this act is in your heart... remember how many good people there are, we have many more of them, remember about them, and a smile, oh, thank you, without a doubt, will suddenly touch your eyes, and a good mood , let molsheva not leave. no, my dear, i’m not going anywhere. and otherwise we will deprive each other, you understand, i won’t go anywhere, it would be better not to know about you, not to know, than to say goodbye, than not to part with this field. ed, my dear, i can’t stand the separation, you write to me, but the lines float in the fog, you understand, i can’t stand the separation, you save me me, save me from this torment, or my heart will break into... pieces, no, my dear, everything is not so simple with us, the noise... of the prospects is calling and teasing me, you know, everything is not so simple with us it’s just that i’m not inviting you to visit me in my room, well , every prozrnik will go to the city, no, my dear... i’m