Walks on rainy Kostroma May 19
On Kostroma, I walk in the rain: I collect artifacts, So that the descendants laugh As in shit, we bathed here: Without asphalt and roads, Without storm - mud in the side, Without venerable to the old days - We lived as if in war! How are we grunted, They plunged it all, sold They brought to the insanity And we are sitting on the shallows ... Shine and poverty of courtesans. At one intersection. And you can’t say that in the city there are no storms !!! There are, and even what !!!