Deserted beach... Tishin... On coast, listen to a surf, there are two... It and it... It all time tries to nestle on it... But it leaves... - You love it? - I shall not tell to you... - But why? - I have given it the promise, to be true... - Means, we say goodbye? - yes... But we can be friends! - you would like, what I would be your friend? - yes... It has sighed... - That? I something again not so have told? - is not present... Simply... On its cheeks покатились transparent as drops of water of tear... - Not crying... I do not want, what you