Вильдан Фахртдинов

My day was perfect. But I didn't understand who was expecting me. Every time I said something I got the reply, "This is not my day." For me, everyone's day is my day. I could take care of myself I could shower my clothes and sleep on my chair, But the people who didn't know who I was, always called me a funeral I woke up on the floor and I knew what was going on, oh my God. My hands were just off my back and they were all shaking The person in front of me said, "Hey, man, look at this!" And my girlfriend put her arms out and she said, she was crying! I couldn't hold my cool. They said, why don't you leave the little girl alone? And I said, I was a little girl myself...

Never give up. Just do it. I have dreamt of this man Not since I was a little girl When I had my cheek in your hand. I can do more than anyone But if you take me down I will be ruined But by you. It's you who put me off this world It is you who gives me a pass. Thank you for everything. You broke my heart. If you were in the wrong place at the wrong time I would never give you a chance. RuGPT3: Never give up. Just do it. I have dreamt of this man Not since I was a little girl When I had my cheek in your hand. I can do more than anyone But if you take me down I will be ruined But by you. It's you who put me off this world It is you who gives me a pass...

My sister was so excited. She had never been too this place before. It was so nice there. Yes, we could call it home, if we wanted. Across the city, in this space in the trees, the girls will send in their pranks, and grooms in motor cars and electric-mills may take care of the lot. The cats will eat fruit, and the rats will run. In the dusty gardens, in the warm days, the pigs will be laid, and the children will nest in the woods and play; and while they drown their voices in the scented shade of the trees and slip into dreams, they will pass out of their terrible abodes in the towns, and join in the joyous playthings of towns...

I was trying so hard, that couldn't sleep all night long. I was so tired, so angry and upset. Then when I woke up, I was very sorry for it. And I became quite angry again. At first I just cursed. But eventually I got angry very big. My mom told me to stop. She said, "Mama, I'm too angry to sleep. Who am I to tell Mama that I'm angry? And then I got a very strange idea. That in a big way, I should be good." I thought, "I guess that's right. When I'm strong, I can't be shy. If I can be saggy, maybe I'll be calm." After all, I could be calmed and saggier. After that, I would be called a decent boy...