full , it seemed to me that everyone was looking at me with such participation. watched distant, blagovest pink beauty woke up and the swallow, striving somewhere in the distance with a transparent air, went home. i thought you can in the sense of mine and i will be us. touched mine. well, everything is there if, no, deceit and hell , love and fears and flowers. look, and you even have a cajon in the orchestration, but you need this voice, which. here the leading voice suggests to us that this woman has changed him; now she is going with repentance or without repentance to her husband who has shamed. well, i have a different story. and what you don't even have plot. for some reason, this is an image of this romance of devotions and marings in mine, you know , some kind of female hopelessness, this woman is carrying discord in her soul. it is, of course, a tragedy. this is the absence of paths, in the end, and leaving in some other way. i'm here is strange, imagine, i'm here i'm crying. i'm going through this, and i'm crying, it's normal. i generally think it is. eh, this is exactly what i