Ritual action

There was a girl named Dalilla from Algeria in the same course at the institute with me. Everyone loved her, she spoke in a language no one understood, thinking she was speaking Russian. Her speech sounded like a set of letters. I loved talking to her, we always laughed. Everything was understandable.

And by the fifth year she was speaking like a professor of literature, without learning the language at all. The language itself was learned in between. Here, there's a positive example.  I wrote it, deepl translated it. I read it, I didn't understand anything, but when has that ever stopped me before. I never understand what I'm saying in my native language. I have nothing else to say in Russian.

There is a beginning. I'm a ritualistic person - there must be a beginning. The back translation doesn't please me. But have you read Thomas Wolfe in the original, not in translation? I'm going to read it. I don't know the alphabet. What's an alphabet? Dallila, hello to you, wherever you are.

The magic is to bounce strongly from a weak kick, this is the property of a rubber ball. That's my name now.

Deepl -ok, google translete - obscenity.

p.s. I apologize to English language experts, it might say damn obscure salad.  Оbscure salad))))) It's not me.