Fyodor Tyutchev
.
whole day was faded, and the shadows
completely covered -
the warm summer rain poured - a jet
sounding cheerily in the leaves.
And slowly turned
if
and began to hear noises,
long - enjoyable,
immersed in thought ...
And as if conversing with herself, consciously gave
(I was at his side, dead, but alive):
"Oh, how I loved this!"
............ ...............
...........................
loved, and so, like you, love - nobody could
-
my God ... How to stand ...
And the heart did not break into pieces ...
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Asymptomatic Shedding
"since coja alone, you must have toys Cojos" Cherubino OF GABRIAK
"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-
.
.
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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"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-
.
.
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.
.
.
.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Lisa Lipps Breast Size
Valeri BRIĆSOV
spring break plows
the gnarled skin of the earth, -
to
autumn blizzard snow cover in the desert spaces.
slyly red wheat, flax Azulea
young ...
Again, everything is white and silent, only wolves
pass, as in a dream.
A soft murmur moved the fields,
crushes them in combat malicious ... And again
Mikula
quietly with the groove cut their chest.
ancestors
alert monitor their children's work, bent like willows
the mountain, rising
as a mist of the meadows.
and forward through the inevitable path
through the years, riots and disasters,
creeps, severe and applied work
legacy forever.
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.
spring break plows
the gnarled skin of the earth, -
to
autumn blizzard snow cover in the desert spaces.
slyly red wheat, flax Azulea
young ...
Again, everything is white and silent, only wolves
pass, as in a dream.
A soft murmur moved the fields,
crushes them in combat malicious ... And again
Mikula
quietly with the groove cut their chest.
ancestors
alert monitor their children's work, bent like willows
the mountain, rising
as a mist of the meadows.
and forward through the inevitable path
through the years, riots and disasters,
creeps, severe and applied work
legacy forever.
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