— Sashen'ka,Sashen'ka, are you
angry with me?
— How could I possibly be angry with you my darling Ludochka?
— Are you absolutely certain, Sashen'ka?
— Absolutely certain, dearest Ludochka. How on earth could I
be angry with you?
— Sashen'ka, Sashen'ka…
— What’s wrong with you, Ludochka?
— Please, don’t be upset, Sashen'ka!
— Upset? No, Ludochka, I’m not upset.
— Is it true, Sashen'ka? Is it true, Sashen'ka? Sashen'ka?
— Ludochka, of course it is absolutely true.
— Sashen'ka Sashen'ka
— Ludochka Ludochka
— Sashen'ka. Ludochka.
— Ludochka. Sashen'ka. “The road imprinted by seldom passing
post cars went to the right, towards the mountain, and from
far away they both realised a discussion able argument is
on its way. They went to the sea, went to the wind, went without
remembering how much is left behind and without knowing how
much is ahead…”
And the VERTICAL is going
to start... |