Concluding

– Who is he?

==He is not him. – would she reply.

= -Then why would he?

– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could

Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand

What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:

What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just

As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The

Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can

Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And

No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is

At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter

Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.

The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives

Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. А

That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.

We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.

She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that

Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.

That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I

Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances

Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very

Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for

Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to

Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my

Raising question. Raised though,

– Who is he?

==He is not him. – would she reply.

= -Then why would he?

– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could

Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand

What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:

What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just

As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The

Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can

Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And

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No big Wily, for troublesome such storyteller

Of kindness, I have taken all that needed to be a man. Of the

The one I thought well. My father taught me a lot. Mom, OF Memo

Was kind to me too. Though never said anything wrong of the

Elderly. I besides that is natural humanity professor teaching

Eloquent art to my students, or people, let us say it that way! I

Think of hope, I think of my best attitude towards sciences

And greatness of misery to the interning life that approaches my

Nearest future. Yes, I teach logics, as well. MY favorite

Subject. Hope and despair awaits. Of course. The rest does not

Bother me; as such, I do not speak off men wiser. Hoping

In addition, longing the distance call. My best is always the worst. My

Motto, speak any altitude and me. The best is kind to me, myself