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Sweet bliss, bliss silence.
Languid eyelids and voice of crystal.
All, dying down, I covered my shoulders.
Lip cool expectation tasted.
Drops of fog showered the hips.
My arms were embraced by my camp.
Sounds of delight, desire for flight,
Happiness consoling, torment moan -
It's beautiful, like ...
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Languid eyelids and voice of crystal.
All, dying down, I covered my shoulders.
Lip cool expectation tasted.
Drops of fog showered the hips.
My arms were embraced by my camp.
Sounds of delight, desire for flight,
Happiness consoling, torment moan -
It's beautiful, like ...
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Aksyonov, somehow read his work:
He caught the moon in a puddle and added hangover to her;
He (Daniel) wanted to live with her - with the moon in the same apartment,
But here about the future of the moon, with Aksenov, you asked?
With the moon, it may well, but it is cold;
Sometimes she is changeable and not alone in life ...
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He caught the moon in a puddle and added hangover to her;
He (Daniel) wanted to live with her - with the moon in the same apartment,
But here about the future of the moon, with Aksenov, you asked?
With the moon, it may well, but it is cold;
Sometimes she is changeable and not alone in life ...
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Member you are my fallen, member icy
What are you lying, bent over, on a white sheet?
I didn’t take care of you, I didn’t cherish you,
With love and love endowing your own?
Is it so difficult to get up one more time,
Having dispelled the doubts of these dark nights?
Not in the seventh, not in the fifth, but in the fourth ...
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What are you lying, bent over, on a white sheet?
I didn’t take care of you, I didn’t cherish you,
With love and love endowing your own?
Is it so difficult to get up one more time,
Having dispelled the doubts of these dark nights?
Not in the seventh, not in the fifth, but in the fourth ...
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Prologue
Early in the East, the Sun comes up in the East,
At this time, the Moon is still visible in the sky.
But what they coo, they know, only the seagulls in the sea,
And in the morning they whispered to the poet, something like.
* * *
“Oh, silver moon, have you really woken up?
Or is it still in the grip of sleep? My dream ...
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Early in the East, the Sun comes up in the East,
At this time, the Moon is still visible in the sky.
But what they coo, they know, only the seagulls in the sea,
And in the morning they whispered to the poet, something like.
* * *
“Oh, silver moon, have you really woken up?
Or is it still in the grip of sleep? My dream ...
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I turn on the TV
Games in Sydney watch.
Instead of rowing a big man there
Rid tits - a sin to stare,
But to replace methane nuclei
Began to push them out of all forces
And then this bl # di
H: th spear in p: I drove into the ground.
From this - not to rowing,
Better swimming look,
Under the water is not visible e: whether ...
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Games in Sydney watch.
Instead of rowing a big man there
Rid tits - a sin to stare,
But to replace methane nuclei
Began to push them out of all forces
And then this bl # di
H: th spear in p: I drove into the ground.
From this - not to rowing,
Better swimming look,
Under the water is not visible e: whether ...
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Only for a moment the dream rose,
And in a sensitive, pristine depth
The poet will hear through the heartbeat
The legend of the shepherd's country.
There are slumber temples in the sunny expanse,
There the grapes drop wild sap,
And the girls on the coast of the sea
Blow off the thighs of golden sand ...
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And in a sensitive, pristine depth
The poet will hear through the heartbeat
The legend of the shepherd's country.
There are slumber temples in the sunny expanse,
There the grapes drop wild sap,
And the girls on the coast of the sea
Blow off the thighs of golden sand ...
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Yellow honey floated sand under his foot.
Gilded sunset azure surface.
The young boy kissed me
Suddenly masculine feeling in itself to become.
In hop their slutty hopes
At first, you were brave and insolent.
But, having lost the cover of garments,
Shy suddenly his nakedness.
I hurt you ...
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Gilded sunset azure surface.
The young boy kissed me
Suddenly masculine feeling in itself to become.
In hop their slutty hopes
At first, you were brave and insolent.
But, having lost the cover of garments,
Shy suddenly his nakedness.
I hurt you ...
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For a friendly conversation, once in heaven, sat
God and Satan, and suddenly they argued, whose feminine ideal
More beautiful and lovely, whom the best poets sang
At the court of heaven, when the spirit of grace flew over them.
God was glad to be the first to present his creation unearthly.
"Look ...
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God and Satan, and suddenly they argued, whose feminine ideal
More beautiful and lovely, whom the best poets sang
At the court of heaven, when the spirit of grace flew over them.
God was glad to be the first to present his creation unearthly.
"Look ...
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