Kirgizuha Lying on the couch, watching the show on TV. - Len, what is it? Jose declared his love for Laura? - Oh, do not znayu.- You looked! - I do not remember. - Kirgizuha why you did not go to the barber shop, we'll get you to the master recorded? - I forgot. - Do not lie! You called, recalled. - Come in, two transfers on the subway, and the rain came down. Lena was a good man. Evil, nervous tension angry demand. Like all acute emotional states. And she always had one - a melancholy, quiet, with small patches of the senses. It is as if something is constantly thinking, somewhere vital. Her friends know exactly - nothing it does not reflect and does not abide in the high empyrean. As a child smearing porridge on a plate, but in the end there will not be so Kirgizuha thumb-thumb some thought, and then forget what.