I often get e-mail, asking if I'm retired. I write back that I do not. My end of the year ended for me a great, despairing, emptiness ... I close to my heart ..... despite the fact that almost two months have passed, I still can not get rid of myself, probably never will not be reconciled ... Sometimes I have better days, then I try to do something, but most of my days, it's all about crying, and a damn dishwife for my ... which I will never hear again, and I will not see ...

I often get e-mail, asking if I'm retired. I write back that I do not. My end of the year ended for me a great, despairing, emptiness ... I close to my heart ..... despite the fact that almost two months have passed, I still can not get rid of myself, probably never will not be reconciled ... Sometimes I have better days, then I try to do something, but most of my days, it's all about crying, and a damn dishwife for my ... which I will never hear again, and I will not see ...