I answer one question for me constantly.Why write poems of their tears,by Signing the name Tatiana?! The question is simple, but the answer is simple,That it was clear what you want to say?!All alone, I stand like in the field of Rosen,And the questions you want to escape. When I was happy, every moment keep,Not being distracted by anything else.Friends share your joy And happiness multiplies, becomes large. And if I wasn’t me, then write poems For them,I hide behind the wall.His misfortune dropped on the sheets To make it easier for you the patient.So live, then cry, then laugh,Then fun, then I write poems.And even if I get something I’m afraid only death that not looking.