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Pered tem kak uyti, ya sprosila: "Skazhi, a ty lyubish' menya?" Ty dolgo ne otvechal, a potom uronil upryamo: "Mne s toboy horosho. Etogo nedostatochno?" V tot moment ya esche raz ubedilas' v tom, chto sposobna po-babski priukrasit' absolyutno vse - svoyu zhizn', chuvstva lyubimogo muzhchiny, okruzhayuschiy mir. Zhenschiny - prirozhdennye hudozhniki-dekoratory. S kist'yu v rukah i mol'bertom v pridachu. A muzhchiny dlya nas poroyu chistye holsty - risuem, raskrashivaem, gde-to podtiraem, chto-to zamazyvaem. Tol'ko vot, kak pravilo, v itoge vyyasnyaetsya, chto risuem my ne s natury, a na povodu u fantaziy, zhelaniy - glyadi, sploshnoe nesootvetstvie s deystvitel'nost'yu.