Sometimes I want to get married. Right here marriage. No, not only for sex, but for the sake of God, and not for the husband's salary to be taken away, leaving a hundred rubles for travel, and for lunch let him take a brake with cocklets. I want someone to be silent with. That there is a person near you to whom you can say, “Mmmm?” – and he tells you, “Ugua” – and everything is clear.