I will go to the store at the intersection of three roads and streets,
In which the sign "All in" confused look.
Walk along the racks with the sign "Cruel",
Where fresh Temptations sleep peacefully.
I scour a little along the window,
Where breathe heavily broken Dreams.
I will stop at the shelf where the exploits of the past
Wrinkled hand name is "Buy It!"
Through second-hand misunderstood desires
I will rush, holding my in check.
Sit quietly in the waiting room,
With their melancholy about the word "suffer."
I will catch the cashier’s stern gaze on Nadezhda:
She tried Grief and End to embarrass.
Do not be tempted to pile "as before"
Hearing nearby: "What do you suggest?"
- I? ... I would have a couple of Adventures.
- I am sorry, your size is bought up.
- Then ... Gram hundred Love to the grave and Fun.
“Alas, the prescription is on drugs.”
- There is no recipe ... And give a liter of Happiness.
- Not available. For points, as a gift.
- What are the points?
- Points for bad weather. Those who have suffered at least a couple of years.
- Then ... I do not know. Offers?
- Take Vera, delivered in the morning.
The freshest, does not require investments,
The firmware is a guarantee. Take it.
- Well, well ... let's Vera.
- Is it here with you? In installments? All payment?
- How much it costs? I have finances in moderation.
- Yes, so, you give a little:
Just a couple of stupid situations
Disappointment, oblique hard look,
A waste of time, loss of "banknotes",
Misunderstanding and thoughts of a waterfall.
- Inexpensive? Yes, it is a robbery!
- As you know, friend. Always up to you.
- I take ...
- What a relief! So now read the contract?
I shake my head in wonder.
- And what's that? Should I pay for them?
- Oh, these? No, simple addition.
I should ignore you in ignorance.
I take a hand carefully Vera,
It touches a whole range of adventures.
Those are pulling behind Hope a sphere
He dug into love a mortal hail.
Rattling alongside the silhouette of Fun,
What is chasing Happiness with all legs.
Long in life, the chain walks from the store.
At the intersection of streets and roads.
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Amazing verse. Surprisingly hard to read and understand, as if the author had precisely set this goal. It looks like your hand has led bitterness and frustration.
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Beautiful verse! Looks like a fantastic story: "The shop of dreams" - read by me in childhood ...
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