As old paper, those stored und… (Galina Belysheva)

As old paper, those stored under the heading “make it”, the story of the long boring Saga, as the bridge is destroyed the railing — so I’ll “need”. Though the soul is open wide open — expect a miracle, but firmly, to the white in the knuckles, palm, stubbornly void compresses. And you’re laughing, joking carelessly: “I will say, too — and you’re suddenly a stranger!” Well your voice is shaking a fake note? And how to believe, what you need me for???