I go out of the grocery store, summer, sunshine, on the basement sits a woman of unspoiled appearance, a peak on a hectare: "Men give money, - I am silent, I go on, the distance between us increases, the likelihood of receiving cash decreases - a goat, what all the men went, goats, - zero reaction on my part, the distance destroys all hopes, the iron concrete argument goes on, a scream on the whole street - I LOVE YOU"