i sympathize, orya, well tell me something good, or i can tell you a funny story about arifiev, well judging by your face, i understand that it won't be fun with me, but what if we don't see a divorce, well why not see it, but it's for a million dollars, well, he hasn't thought of that yet. asks to wait until he recovers, what's the point of cunning from inflammation, his brother is sick, what is he sick with, ol, he says, rushed, well, it's strange, of course, to be sick for so long with poisoning, but he doesn't look very good, you know, he's so lethargic, oh, i don't look very good either, and i'm a bit lethargic, i think i still have a fever, oh, please, don't put off the divorce, otherwise i'll die, and i can't stand it, rykov, i knew you were a price tag. well, not so much, the man is sick that i should drag him into the yard, or what? let's get a divorce. you know in russia, as they used to say, if you feel sorry, it means you love. and they also said, the smart one keeps quiet, the fool talks. zhol, maybe you haven't broken this connection yet? what, are you wrapped around wh