garden ring, the sun, having heated moscow in a dry fog, fell somewhere for the garden ring, give it to narzanis there, pineapple, pineapple, no, apricot, only warm, come on, come on, he writes deliciously and writes smartly, look at his quotes, the one who loves should share the fate of the one he loves, yes, remember , master margarita, this is what we, by the way, often forget, otherwise we love everything so much, we treat everything, but sharing the fate does not mean that, like the wives of the decembrists, they went into exile in siberia, by the way, they walked, as i understand it, not out of great love, but, so to speak, out of a sense of duty, but we often, loving a person, nevertheless distance ourselves from him, we do not live his life, we do not live in his interests, this not only fate, again in exile and went to visit him there somewhere, but it simply means living. one life, then it's love, then this is a couple, then something will come of it, just like that, you know, from 8 to 9 i’m with you, then i have work, then i have a bathhouse, friends, then you again, no, you can li