I invented you in childhood
When fairy tales composed.
In the thirtieth kingdom
In the tower of the castle represented.
Lady of my heart was me
From the pages of the novels you
From hikes wait vouch,
Taking in my dreams full.
Did you think in the reading room,
On the next floor
And in the cabin of a foreign car
On a dangerous turn.
Smiling you watched
From the pages of fashion magazines.
The bustling life was full of
Flew over the year year.
Romantic youth
Very quickly faded.
Frowned appearance
Bald head.
I am not losing hope
All are looking for you in the crowd.
Days of running apart,
During the day I wandered under the moon.
I searched all the doorways,
Lounges, attics
Abandoned houses with fifty,
Where homeless old people.
Attended boarding houses
Dancing, "those over 100"
Emergency checkpoints, boarding schools.
Finally, I was lucky.
You came from raysobesa
Fresh skin is white,
Bright angel, poetess,
Refine my business:
Is everything OK with a pension?
Do I need recalculation
Is it not offended by chance
Congratulations on New Year?
You sang to me about allowances
That in Moscow a good mayor
Pro subsidies and rates
About the collapse of the USSR.
I, having opened the breadbox,
On your bust stared at
Drooling dismissed, cooler,
Not able to look away.
I wished to enjoy
Pristine beauty
In lips voluptuously to be stuck
And name my wife forever.
I was drawn to you with my body
Proudly throwing a crutch
It was white, it seemed bold,
That ale, gray ghoul.
I was crazy
And ... it seemed to doze off.
Kissing in dreams azure,
Roughly finished a couple of times.
In the early twilight rose.
You melted like smoke.
I was involuntarily frightened
Is it really one again?
Quiet in the room, deserted,
No medals, orders,
Everything is scattered picture
From dishes to pants.
Sorry for the pension stash,
Vases, canvas boots.
Got a “winged horseradish”
Instructional lesson:
It is necessary to be measured earlier,
Kissing, dancing,
Choose older partners
Do not languish, do not sigh!
It is difficult at sunset
Lady to lure into the snare.
Very painful and foul!
Do not fall in love, old men!
Grandpa, my dear grandpa,
Where are you wandering past hundred years?
Your princesses have long been blown away by the winds,
Stay you, squeaky clunker.
You have not forgotten how the smell of pussy,
How jerking fuck where he shoved?
As the last note sounds,
When will things be taken away?
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Yevgeny, every time I want to answer you in a poetic form and every time does not come out, I don’t have such an impromptu talent like you, otherwise we could have a poetic correspondence. I will try, maybe it will, so before the new literary meeting.
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