The last four years of my life grew into the endless whirlpool of ideas, confusion and tiredness.I was not in forces to look at itself: girl there is a so few hope in that. Such inexcusable weak.Snatches of remembrances - that is all, that remained for me.People always behaved identically: banal words of sympathy, and then is disgraceful escape.He - only, whoever inquired for my childhood and that happened.With him I again learned to breathe. He presented air to me.But for him the own tragedy. And he will never be former.And he considers yet, that for him not хватит to love forces me.