"The classmate Vanja told me. He has a batist shirt with the inscription Sosa-sola. Purchased in Paris. A tomato spot on the chest. He kept it in a separate place in the middle of the closet for five years. All dreamed, his Nastya will return and get out of the soul in the Sosa-sole, as before. From loneliness he laid off his shirt on the couch, approached and smoothed. Such a romantic idiot. And all the acquaintances of the female sex, with all their breasts, lost a patch of mint in the closet. Vanessa did not allow anyone to wear it.
But one day there was an economic paradise. She washed the sauce and dressed. A real batist, for a nightmare - ideal.
In Vanie's head there was confusion and imposition of images. He would go to Heaven, but could not in the presence of the Sosa-Sola. As life showed later, who has him in the sauce-salt, that is the favorite woman.
(C) Puzzled by Pope Mueller