One day in the first class I liked a girl. For a person with my appearance, this is a memorable event. Usually the key to success in communicating with the girls I have is access to the ear, and then I invited myself! Back home when my parents were not there. They came in, she ran into the kitchen, and I walked around the apartment and looked at all kinds of funny dolls and statuettes that Dad brought from Africa. Here she calls for tea, I uncomfortable unfold and take one of them to the floor! My head is falling, I am neither alive nor dead.

You are where?

I quickly grab the statuette, put on place and head carefully from above. seem not to be seen.

While I was drinking tea, I was very nervous, all the thoughts about my curvature, and how stupid I would be in her eyes when it all opened up. He sat down the smallest and fled under a fictional pretext.

She then invited me to the doctor, but I did not go.



A year ago at the box office in Bahetle, I suddenly heard:

Oh my hello! A hundred years, a hundred winters.

They talked something simple and warm, and I told the story why I disappeared, apologized.



You are a fool, Latvian! I broke it at 10 years old. Oh stupid...



She smiled sadly, nodded her head and went on her beautiful walk, straightening her shoulders and as if getting a little higher.