"was lame from birth and small are accustomed to look like a monster. To all his toys broke their leg, because their brother and sister told him, because you're lame, lame toys you have. "
. . . -S. Makarenko, about the life of Cherubino Gabriak-
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Yes, kissed and footprint
knew your sweet lips, my lips
gave it to his lips,
here is no sin.
For kissing,
lips are more tender and more pink.
why they were so rude to
on my words.
It's been four years since the fire went out
your gray eyes.
Sweeter than wine and honey
was the hour of our meeting.
remember, through the snow on the portal
the flower of the Gothic rose
how I offended you,
how you could believe.
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