kogda lyubish' cheloveka ty lyubish' ego lyubogo. Kogda on zlit'sya i rugaetsya. Kogda prihodit ustalyi posle trenirovok. Kogda on ves' den' napevaet kakuu nibud' durackuu pesnyu, strashno pri etom fal'shivya. Kogda on opazdyvaet, toropitsya, dergaetsya, razdrazhaetsya po pustyakam, zhuet na hodu, smeetsya tam, gde ne smeshno, yazvit, hvastaetsya, duetsya, ne vysypaetsya, deistvuet na nervy, rasskazyvaet poshlye anekdoty, dumaet chto on vsegda i vo vsem prav. Ty lyubush' ego polnost'yu, vsego, ot makushki do pyatok s obgorevshimi na solnce plechami, trehdnevnoi wetinoi. So vsemi kaprizami, prichudami, simpatiyami - antipatiyami, depressiyami, slabostyami, glupostyami, boleznyami, strahami. Strannoe eto chustvo - lyubov'.