WHAT IS MY HAPPINESS? Of hot tea in the bad weather, From the read book (awful!), the words: "we pomoem" Dish of the evening stroll leisurely, from verses in Scripture but pitch-black darkness, Of an invigorating smell of coffee (from what the I-Pro!) Of dessert with cherry syrup, rustic potatoes with dill, Get-togethers in the gazebo garden, under the zakatnoû tissue of honey.
From rain that knocks on the eaves, of the family of pleasant surprises, from the male of this care, vacations and leaves of absence from work, from the murlykan′â cat at hand, from a watermelon poured juice, September gold area, oŝuŝen′â-favorite number.
