It Was Lost From A Variety Of Its

It was lost from a variety of its force and depth. There was considerably a man much less interesting, primitive in the small searches, displays of feelings more poorly. Have knocked down its own aspirations. Has gone crazy. An evil eye looks. Of the chief to death is afraid. Anything cannot solve. On work is silent - houses a guitar plays. And this is is afraid of nothing! The chief in a penny does not put. For men before men costs. And it will be remembered in all growth. The father cries in one shoulder, the husband in another, on a breast the child of years of thirty, for a hand the grandson of ten years keeps... And there is one to all Earth! M.Zhvanetsky's monologue "One to all Earth!" - The main thing - in a shower of the Russian woman, in its desire and ability to love the man, in its boundless selflessness and sacrifice. It surprisingly quickly becomes the native person, instead of the partner, as the American. The Russian woman dreams to meet only the man to become for it to all: both the wife, and the mistress, and.