In February I learned that my beloved, beloved, native man is deceiving me with a former passion. Since December. I climbed to the wall and confessed. I am a strong, independent person, but at that moment I was bombarded. I repelled, I regretted myself, for what, why, I am a fire girl, etc., etc. Angry, complaining, I decided to commit suicide. has decided. She took her dog, a tight necklace with a chain, i.e. a dog, and went into the forest. in the winter. Luckily, the forest is not far from the city, km 7-8, and the roads in the forest are curved. She came, parked the car, dropped a pebble and went to look for a pineapple, in order to get on a dog chain and run out. As she walked through the rocks, it was all so that the dog was going somewhere. I decided, I mean, I decided. The plan was this: I will rise up on the pine, my dog will lead people to my breathless body. Tears in the stream. But, as a result, I couldn't find socks, for which you can get caught up, or I can't get to them, and even scratches on the head. Instead of compassion, anger grew in me. But I’m a man who just doesn’t give up. I found a sucker, I went. The whole already shattered, red, sweaty, the jacket broke, the hand shattered, the chain to the hand blurred. And here comes my happy dog, all, shit, in the shit. in the wasteland. In the fresh. The smell is on the nearest forest. Destroyed from and before. Where he, blade, in the forest found a fresh, unfrozen bunch of shit, I only learned on the way back. Angry, fucking, I began to blaspheme the dog, that he will run after people, all in shit, smellful, people will shrink from him, no one will follow him, and I will hang up until the searching for Easter. Psycho and went back to the car. All the way home I stopped and, sorry, I was bored by the dog. We went in the winter with the windows open. Washing the dog, myself, the car salon, how it calmed down. The pain and resentment of course did not pass, but I realized that I am a normal girl, hands and legs have a head. I have work, I survive, I get sick. We were finally separated today. And I am happy. And this damned cow still asks for forgiveness and asks back.