I love You, V.A. Only this day, only 25th of May, only on the last bell.
I know, that you don't know about that, but I told it to You... Sharp year ago. You don't understand.
I wanted to give You flowers, like a year ago. Three chrysanthemums, isn't it?.. 
And I come to You, bot, You know, without a flowers. It doesn't metter. I weared like a yaer ago. Yeap, I remember this. White skirt and that shooes, wiht heel... And hair. Flowing hair. Long light flowing hair. 
But You was busy... Your class put on the stage their perfomance, You must be with they.
You onle said, that I look sad... 
Yes, of course. A year ago at that time I cried, You know. Because I didn't want to separate from You.
And a year ago, when I wrote, that I love You, You said that I am a nice little girl...
Like Dassin's song. 
She is nice little girl
And she is into blues...

It was beutiful. And it is true... To You, I think, I alwaus will be "nice little girl".
Mm... It is not bad. It is good, I think. 
And, the same, it is not bad, that now evrything is otherwise. 
But, if I again fall in love with You... It will be crazy. Good crazy.
But I think, that fall in love - abominably, and that's why I don't do this.
Oh God, implore: I don't fall in love..., I am not attach... to N.H.