Gradually we intertwined
In rings - slow snakes -
In heavy knots twisted
In a starched bed.
We grappled greedily - branches
Two razlapistyh trees.
They fought nervously - birds in a cage,
Sparing no shower and feathers.
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And it's all? And what is so ma ...?
I am a forester in the fifth knee,
The beast considers me a brother
And the hunters - the father.
All gray, but - well done.
I am a shooter and troubadour,
On the wall a lot of skins.
Forest doctor, beast friend,
Heal any ailment.
Woodcutter and serpent
I do not like unnecessary words.
Where are the snakes? All in a bag.
Hand-arms? Give the deadline
I'll bring an ax and - grunts
The branches fall, spinning.
Well, the bird is my passion
Shot them up to x ... me:
Ducks, geese, kosachs ...
Quiet, quiet. Do not scream.
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Eugene! Finally, I can again read your sparkling poetic humor. Where have you been for so long, did the New Year holidays really stretch so much? By the way, with the baptism of you. I was swimming today.
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Yeah, and I was swimming in a dream on a coral island.
And you with baptism!
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