(I'm Russell - 1)
I know that Vinnie loves me.
Vineyas are often caught by me because of love;
Or who knows who knows.
The first time he met with that childhood
Then after the frock, a red hair on a red hair and a mole on the side of the lip,
Do not miss anything very fair color-diameter.
On the first day, after fifteen sixteen years, I did not look at Vinni for the first day.
Or, in a single person, all knowing and knowingly looked at the best man in front of his own mother, who knows.
Sitting on the sidewalk, towards the window, far away from me.
Russell, this is Vinnie.
His mother said, his arrogance was shining,
There were many more silent words in his mouth that he did not say,
I do not understand - see 'my wife is beautiful.
Look, her finger, her hair, her face, her face,
Talk about what a beautiful sweet voice is, and my son-in-law is in love with the prince.
These words were written in the face of Vini's mother or were told. I understand
Immediately I was feeling ashamed of myself. Why do not I have anything like that?
Vini has been married, yet his parents never think of me-
I understand that in the first few minutes of the first day.
Let's say in mind - turn Russell, who becomes a Yogi Rishi in mind.
Many people have forgotten that you were beautiful in childhood.
Now you look like a battered face, your hair like thongs,
The face thief is the thief, and the wood is sitting on the wood.
See how long! Vini's mother says - how did our address?
That's my secret. I did not say so, I missed it.
I do not know anybody in his house after that I wrote three letters.
It was written in his every- once it came.
You need me big
My question too - Where did I get my address!
I did not understand the need, because Vinnie was turning the face out of the window.
But after fifteen or sixteen years, you need to meet the letter of need before that.
I got up and started eating tea.
Will you come again? Vini's mother said that we are in Calcutta for three or four months.
He retired, Hetampur is building our home in his country,
Two-third house ceiling, we will be left on the roof.
Come on in the meantime again. How are you parents He laughs - how long I do not see him.
Yes, I was coming out,
I was thinking of myself- Pala Sumon, Inner eggs, and never come.
When I stepped on the stairs, I heard the voice of throat - I am not arrogant.
I saw a glance back - the back of the red hair, the face was shining in the half-light.
A little dry feeling and stressed duck.
Turn around
Thank you
Part 2 must be read
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