Qwerty :
It was autumn, I was 13 years old. I stand in the bedroom, I breathe on the glass :) it sweats, I think, I write the word fuck :) and then I think, no, I write pasha :) pasha I liked, studied three years older

Qwerty :
She wrote. The word is gone, the word is gone. And the next morning hit the frost and the window froze and covered with patterns. And in the middle of the word-pasha :) and could be a fuck

Qwerty :
Now with plastic windows, children do not know what patterns on glasses are