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He said that to this piece of birch dear

white floating quietly in the village of snow

pigeons flying under the clouds of the sky

carved birch that two names

they swear Love exhausted in this life.

(Summer Kam years, sweetheart Do not worry about me, waiting for me back in the patch of birch.)

He said to leave. She did not choose the choice to wait.
story can be the beginning of the last century; she and he, them. Can be sub-Jun, or more romantic with Juansheng Pik point youthful with age. Yes, these are not related. He said, She did not choose to wait and wait for this unknown. Later, she thought, perhaps they can be better,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], if not to leave, he said.
I said, the story could be the beginning of the last century, in the era of material and spiritual barren. They do not know Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, of course, have not heard of Romeo and Juliet.
never exist between them fairy tales, even those who love the little mood on the pitiful.
she can have a beautiful name, but he called her Or should be These are not known. He said his name She said: This really is not a good name yet.
story that's not an amusement park Ferris wheel, not to teach the park holding hands, of course, not with the Darth Kazakhstan. What does the age of soil was dregs. Even love, is an expensive luxury.
Fortunately, they have a white birch forest, birch forest belongs to them. In the summer, she can see through the thick foliage mottled sunlight cast through this in her cheeks and the birch tree that two names inscribed. A clean and transparent. You see, this is a lucky thing.
But, he said, to leave.
young people, ah! Disappeared in birch wood.

sad news came that afternoon

sweetheart died in battle far away

she silently came to that piece of birch

wistfully of the day, keep in there ...

(sunny, sweetheart Do not worry about me, waiting for me to come back on that birch ...)

sunny, stinging her eyes, burst into tears. She saw the sun on white birch trees, the two names, so she chose to wait, as before, waiting for the unknown. As always.
She said he was just lost in the distance, she stubbornly waiting, waiting in the birch forest. Waiting for the day will always be infinite stretched, so she began to miss, miss white birch that two names inscribed.
you know, it really do the material and spiritual barren years. Look, I was young girl, but wait just waiting, waiting for her to climb Shuangbin years, waiting for her young face is no longer clean, waiting for that no tombstone of love and life. Bored.
because he said: She convinced.
Perhaps she is not the end of the wait.
she did not have to go back to the time machine, I said, they are not fairy tales. Jenny so she will not have seven-color flowers.
I was young girl, hang some up the corners of her eyes brow, without any complaints.

long end of the road ah coming

the girl is white-haired

it is often heard in his ear Edge calls

Come on! Come to this beloved birch

(beyond redemption, who prove that no tombstone of love and life.)
birch growing long

birch growing

is white-haired young girl, but she is still waiting, waiting for her sweetheart.
She said he just lost his way.
her he would come back, she said.
birch, he said that two names are still engraved.
she said ...

she started forgetting things, she forgot the white snow floating village, forgotten in the shadow of the dove ...

She said she often heard him calling in the ear, and she said that he heard him say: is not the end.
...

no one remembers her name, she began to tell some stories of people who pass by birch. Her story about youth, about love. But she said:
she always repeated to tell a story, the story of young girls waiting at the stop.
... No one can understand her story.

they said she was crazy.