Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
It took place on July,31.A great concert,lots of stars...And,of course,lots of people.

Some of them wanted to have a picture with me taken and I just couldn't refuse anyone.As a res7ult I can't even imagine how many people will have a pic of me.:)

One of those guys managed to get my phone number.Now we send messages to each other and I am pleasantly surprised by his attitude to me.No one has ever behaved himself with me like that.

Maybe my speaking Ukrainian,my strange appearance and interests aren't so terrible?:

Well,this is not a decision to be made by myself.

Igor,darling,please,forgive me!I just wish to feel loved.

Our phone talks and your letters bring me back to life.

You have your vacation now and I wish you spent it the best way!

This love is only the name of terrible pain te4aring my heart into millions of pieces.But i will fuck off your life.For a long time.Not to bother you.

This is also the topic of my article that is about to appear in the newspaper.

I wonder what you think of a picture of me that was emailed to you several weeks ago...

@музыка: Тарас Чубай:Вона

@настроение: curious as usual,satisfied :)