transformation

Lash on the tongue

Sweat

Shiver

Rye

I will gather a new harvest of knowledge

“Come back!”

Your last words were

Sorry I can't

The Trans-Siberian Railway is waiting for me

Youth

Fornication

I'm going to hell

I'll sit in a puddle

I will splash with innocent drops of wine

Why do you care that I wanted him?

No wonder the personal remains personal

Indecent

Unusual

I roll my eyes

I break my elbows

Claws

Ready to attack

I choose life - alone

I take out the sharpener

To the kidney

To any offender

From orchid to cactus