The women poured into glasses, poured manam, drank, were on the floor in an umate, the women poured their mothers at home, dumped them quietly, as if they didn’t like to go to a party, we must pamper them, beat them with a shovel, dodged, but led to the bed, dresses fell into the embrace what was there I can’t convey, such as you have not yet met in this world, you and I would have the cutest children, you and I understand that love is such a thing, every bitch needs a cable, cables need only a bitch, I'm not enough even three, I would not have been given, I would definitely have died, there was a case, I wanted and you wanted, only that you did not fly in. God take care of me. I don’t care about your days when we are alone, you raise my spirits!
