Multiple socks and socks.
And I remember the best gift my friend gave me when we just met:
He is a poor flag, after divorce with his wife, left in the room of a public apartment.
Clothes are military uniforms.
I was then abandoned by my husband, because she dared to get sick with a small child in her arms, a budget worker with a poor salary.
Sometimes we only ate bread.
He brought me a small thin, scary little cat that someone threw into the military unit.

Now - it is a hungry bitten, lumpy, green-eyed cat mouth named Muska. So much joy she brought us with her appearance.
Gradually everything went well, there were and are a lot of other gifts (and a multivarka including), but it is worth the cochondre to come and lie down next to you, turn on your whirlwind...

Love each other, be optimistic no matter what happens. There is no ready happiness.

Everyone from February 14.