Do not guess on love. Edgars Auziņš

Roman will tell when it returns?

      Novel … For some reason, once you thought of it, broke whisky whether and in that unknown part of soul, reason where its gift lived, unpleasantly zazudet. As if a nail on zaskrebla glass. As though with it, all yesterday's troubles and problems also were connected with the guy whom she loved just. But it not so? He now for certain worries. Looks for it. And she here … has coffee!