this is my husband's kir referent very nice. just call me baba masha a man and his old husband is muchhe has a fiancee. the coolest i have a bad figure just sports heals nerves. i want to die, i want to die. maybe i offend you somehow? why are you an eyesore to me? why are you strangling me with your care, and i ask you, leave me go to work. go away, leave me alone , dissolve somewhere, please. come on , i just really want to kill you. no, nothing happened. look what they write about postpartum depression. she. maybe not right away manifest itself, and after a while, if the hormonal background breaks. she's perfectly healthy, i know what's up. are you a doctor or something, she just feels bad with me, and she is still a tomboy. she wants to kiss in the parks and run away from lectures. i hope she didn't marry you under anesthesia. if you don't stop, i beg you to have these conversations. come on. stop. i'm begging you over my stupid head. my home is where he sleeps, nikita where does my son come, who doesn't talk to me? well , what do you expect from me. well, that's what i have to do,