Kolschik pinned me to the dome, Near chidotvorny cross with icons To play the bells there From shimmering and call back. Pinhole of my house by the creek Let the flow in will trickle subtle. In order to tailor it to the judge I have not fenced grid. Draw aleyuschy sunset. Rose of rusty barbed wire. Line of Mama, I'm not guilty! Write and let them try to erase. If there's room - draw The boat, with sails full of wind. Swim away, wolves, here's a ... To all I remember. And fell on the soul, like quiet. Meet the mother - one of my desire. If the cross, that I took with him Deliverance, but not repentance. Do not blame me, Mom, I'm just so and lived, I knew - I was waiting for you, I know you cry evenings, and where I'm dreaming still quite small, sneak up on you and close your eyes palms; you deliberately say, "Dad?, Tatyanka?" I laugh: No, no, do not guess, the father of Tanyuha hello, money in the envelope did not go - bitch all laid out, but I w ill luck would have it come back, because you're waiting for

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