I recently met an old friend. An older single man who is unable to find his ideal. Buying a wedding ring.
Are you getting married? I ask. How did you decide? Long time known?
Two days...
Looking at my confused eyes, he says:
You know, I met a girl. I invite her home tonight.
At twelve o’clock, drink a cup and read poetry. So she came with
by Tomik and Pushkin.