In the courtyard 2004.

I met the girl on March 7. Sitting in the cafe. The first kiss, all work. According to her, it is an intelligent family. Dad is a diplomat. My mother is a doctor.

What to give for March 8th?

The best gift, as you know, is a book. I ask, do you love to read?

I answer, I love it, of course.

I bought her a gift edition of Edgar Poe's works.

I give you a bouquet of flowers and a book.

He asks, what shit is this?

My favorite writer. Read it will like. Classics of American Literature. You said you love to read.

The girl is a little stuck.

I mean the brilliant magazines.