I want to shout that I love your wife. To whom…
About 20 years ago, I fell madly in love with a girl from the city with brown eyes. I tried to open my heart and marry her, but I couldn’t let her brown eyes fall in my arms.
After he said no, he chose the other father’s son, who graduated from school, visited places, and ate goose meat. I heard rumors that you were with a man, but I still loved you… One cold autumn night, I met him on the city street with brown eyes.
“Life is good. I can say that I met a good person, but tears welled up in my eyes…,. I kept looking at my watch… They didn’t accept my offer to see me every now and then. Can I tell you how long that night was?” His dark eyes are constantly falling into his eyes, and it’s a concern. I like how he lives so easily… I also married a girl from Altai and had a beautiful son.
But those brown eyes don’t hide their thoughts in my heart from time to time… But I met them again this year. His face was sad and full of heartache, he sat staring at me without saying a word, “You’re trying hard not to become a woman. You’re such a good guy, I started crying. The scar on your forehead that you think was stitched, your fingers are bruised, and the skin from behind the shirt that’s zipped up to your collarbone. Bruising is seen…
He said nothing when I said, “How are my brown eyes still alive?” Although it was dark, Borkhon felt sorry for his eyes while walking home. The life he was going through flashed before his eyes like a picture.
I didn’t see her husband, I thought he was a great man who graduated from school abroad….I kept thinking and came to the entrance… The sky is overcast, the wind is calm, and it’s quiet all around, as if to cry out. “Listen, my butcher. If you marry my brown eyes, you won’t love me.
Why don’t you care? A man is not raised by eating goose meat abroad. It is not a cruel thing to sing about the rhythm of love. It is a man’s pride to live with the beauty of a woman who loves her husband, admires her husband, and carries the world in her sacred womb… No. you are not a man.
Big boy with a beard. Every drop of tears that flow from the eyes of my Borkhon eyes goes to you to enjoy the karma of life. Yes, I love your wife… Oh my God… let my words become a dream for you, a bride for your heart. the karma of your torture is sent…
Young man… God punishes you the more you insult a woman… I was standing in front of the door of my house saying over and over again… My dark eyes were only interested in living a good life. It’s better to have a love that is far away than to mourn… Your “A woman keeps running away from good The voice of desperation saying to… is still heard in my ears…!!!!!. My brown eyes…
