saw women's faces in the hall, looked carefully and realized that our song turned out beautiful mikhail muromovur eyes are sad crack about you the best hurricane that has forgotten in life has become. i'm not asking for forgiveness. to walk in the dawn of the eye and complex instilling my joy ah, everyone is lucky, those who have this gentle, reliable, beautiful mikhail muromov in their lives, thank you very much from my heart. thank you, bravo bravo. all are saints and sinners exceptions to the rule. no, i like adult women so much with traces of the past years, you know how to look young, the years are hiding in the nets of wrinkles, and in the eyes a trace of sadness and cold from the men who once betrayed you can flipping through the pages and chatting all night until the morning you know from experience the truth that love is just a game, losing does not mean defeated. so you see the hopes, that your heart will beat again frantically from the foreboding of adult love? i dreamed of an affectionate man azer laughing in his eyes, so used to me that i could not wake up in the morning. he doesn'