So rhymes the mass-stall, feeling like a mortal chill, an isthmus, my sweet collar, homeland, shoulder leash So rhymes the mass-stall, feeling like a mortal chill, an isthmus, my sweet collar, homeland, shoulder leash I foresaw this from the nineties. "I am not a break!" - Holy Rus' shouts to me. I myself am the same peninsula: I’m flinging, I can’t come off in any way ...