In the year 98 in Novorossiysk went to swim in the evening.
He didn't get to the hair a little, came down on the shack earlier.
The sea was restless, you walk on your knees, twisting your head.
I jump, swim and enjoy.
Next to a couple: a boy and a girl. Also in the waves they dive, bump, even somehow splash in each other.
I think love is beautiful!
They decided to go out before me.
I wasn’t looking at them specifically, but they seemed painfully romantic.
The girl came out, and the guy on his arms splashes, does not get up on his feet.
She said to him, “Let me help him, and he replies almost with a mate: “Remove me, I owe myself!”! to
The companion they came with was sitting on the shore first.
Then they all ran to him: they wanted to raise them under their hands.
He is no longer embarrassed on the whole shore: go on, I said!
The girl is crying, the girl is sad, the boy is crawling on the stones.
He climbed to a more or less flat area and first sat down, and then got up.
On one foot.
The second is almost to the end.
And jumping on one leg to the side of the carpet.
The girl came, the girl came.
She’s crying, he’s in the squad too.
I also have tears in my eyes.
He shouted to her, “You understand, idiot! I am myself! I am myself! I must myself! I want to live!
Don’t go with me like a little boy.
and----
He returned from Chechnya. Respect for him, respect for the girl too.
I hope he stands on his feet and he is fine.