well, listen, i met her 2 years ago, in obskovye, when i went to visit my aunt.e main thing , understood everything and said: lyuba, meet me, this is my nephew, stanislav, and this is lyuba, very nice girl, meet me, meet me, here she gets up, and somehow ran her hand through her hair, you know, and it was like i was electrocuted. i feel like i fell in love, and we started such a romance, in general, the vacation was a success, and then, then i went to st. petersburg, got wrapped up, didn’t call, and recently i came to the theater, there was a letter on duty, on the envelope there was an address, such and such an acting theater, from lyuba, yes, it is written. “i was visiting with my son, now he’s returning home, as if with his son, with your son, and how do i know, we haven’t seen each other for 2 years, well, he writes that if you want to see each other, come, the train is such and such, the carriage is such- then, well, well, i didn’t go, just like i didn’t go, how i didn’t go, stas, how, how, how, just like that, i was afraid. what the hell are you doing, it's