Классическая музыка - Как воздух...
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She writes him: "Hello, everything is fine.
Your letter has not yet come.
I began to dream colored dreams again.
From here there is no one windows,
No one will say - I most often alone,
But it seems that this is a faithful Spring Symptom. "

She writes him: "You know, my dear,
I remember this room completely different.
And the grandchildren have long fallen asleep old pond,
By the autumn, Zhughty foliage and Squared Square,
Furniture is the purpose of Tumba and a secret,
However, they will also come or sell them. "

She writes to him: "Everything is your catcher.
Last week, daughter laid a house
But there is not enough money to distribute debts.
Yesterday your Alycha bloomed in the garden.
Lack of paper and Surguc,
While alive, I will write you ... "

"... here, the old fool, survived the mind.
Rockety, infection, three letters per day!
Yes, the believed in paradise to read them to be blind ... "
The nurse will sleep, leaf bringing to the fire,
And the edge of the hemp carefully bent,
One movement will reset the hot ash.
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I want to love so much .... or in no way !!