The man, unlike the woman, is a stupid and naive animal. But like all animals, he loves grace. I just want to get her for just that, for love. He will grow his belly, the football will look up to the moisture, the acne will go, buy a sports costume cheap, because there is no money, and wait. But when he loves him for his precious soul, for that he is, he is.

And the woman, meanwhile, was already on a diet, and went to the gym, and went to courses, and found work for money. The loan took and rides on a new car past a man's log. “This is a prostitute. A selling creature. I hate it," the man confesses to her in love.

His love is irresponsible. Despair pervades his big man’s heart. His life is unbearable and unbearable. And it is unfamiliar to him, the poor, that it is just so - only by mouth can be obtained, and not love.

© Sergey Shnurov