Now evening. But it wants simply night. By long long, and that it anywhere did not run away.
Yes even there is no snow that entirely. After placing hands to the table, and on them
head, I shut eyes. I understand, that too strong I is strongly naive.
The circle of tea, it attempts to save situation. I do not know. It is
not obtained. It wants tenderness and heat. But I sit and print by icy
fingers on the keyboard. But the main thing is desirable to keep
silent...