vasilyevich tsybliev , yours a son worthy of an example, worthy of respect, and you, as a mother, shouldily, thanks to all the people who empathized, who supported, who prayed for him, for his health, thank you all very much and i wish you only good health, and may those close to you always be with you people and friends, thank you! i love you now, not secretly, for show, not after and not at home, in your rays i will speed you up, to make people laugh, but i love you now, in the past i don’t want, in the future... i don’t know, in the past i loved more sadly than graves, everything tender in me without wings, you are on a tripod, although the poet, to the poet, said, i loved you, love is still possible, that’s what they say about the abandoned, about the blossoming, in this pity is condescension, like a king dethroned. there is regret in this, a bypassed aspiration, where impetuosity is lost, and no matter how trust, i love, i love you now, without promises, believe, my life stands now, i fade. i won’t cut it in time, in continuation, now i don’t breathe in the past, and i don’t care ab