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An eye of dark

History is watching the people -

Unhappy:

The people compose nonsense!

With people

although I do not want to be in a quarrel,

Undoubtedly,

Such order is alien to me.

There is little truth.

In the context of whims - even more so.

They walked triumphantly

Screaming: from the stoop thrown, -

And not happy:

What have we built this?!

Litchen copper

And it stretches to the throat.

Moods,

inclinations - all the imperative,

The gaze is motionless

Once in it froze in the do not care:

- Hey, you, genius! -

Lazily so. - nervous and imaginary,

I want Paris

I will hide, you want - by enema.

Choose

Paris, reliable reasons,

I will only make it

I would only say to Posdorov.

Closer to paradise?

Not really. Silent wires.

You smoke a lot:

You’ll try from everyone now.

Horror even

Not in that: they force Pinochki -

Pure mind

It will go like the soil-under the feet.

Our happiness

Everything stomps with children's legs

To the Papuasam.

And everything is a teenager, son.

Stop crying!

You are not a ruined shopkeeper

Not a peasant,

Disrupted, without earth,

And do not slush

Who is the only directory ...

If wounded

And weak - live without a family.

The reality is bad

What kind of deeds are we cursed

Deaf to the call:

Pare meant, loved ones.

Ashamed,

T and m tolerty for the sake of God you.

God is here by the way -

worthy of it for yourself.