Now I write it and to crying... I recollect those moments lead together and I understand that then I was the happiest on light the girl... I ask you... Return and bring with itself that happiness which has left from me... You remember has bought to me rose there on ... The old woman has wished our of good luck and still long looked following... You remember what then there was a frost... And the flower has not frozen... Still long it stood at me... While I casually have not broken it... Then I very strongly cried... And you have told that I the small silly fellow, to cry because of such trifles... To me it is very strong not suffices you... I ask you... Return...
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