#loveofpoetry

Stream, caps and scarves, each, who is reliable in the battle! Closer rally, CMM, shoulders world youth! With a new l, old light of light, from the colonies downtrodden you drag yourself, remember: Country

He likes to whisper, cunning and quiet, in all cities and towns: "Ts-s, gentlemen, I know - they have some hamper. " To the newspaper giggles, above the figure of Truynov: "Overdone, zamashiniv

Peace in silence from head to toe. The sea - not stain. People are sleeping. The horses are asleep. Sleeps - Nice. Only at night in black gauze lights flare brightly - it's racing to Monte Carlo motor

Where are you, cheerful badass? To cover with a rod! Tear in a tear! Up to what our satirist chopped and obezubel! For the approach for this few, whether it is, life is bad? For this Saltykov -

We - Edison unseen ups, energies and lights. But the main thing in us - and this will not be shielded by anything, - the main thing in us this is our Country councils, the Soviet will, the Soviet banner,

As the conscience of a dove, clean asphalt. As a bald head of a banker, pavement slabs (after, like corpses the trucks will be loaded and the blood will be washed away from the slabs). In the boulevards

Grows express building pace. In the brigades in the drums - Thousands. And only, like cancer on the shallows, without topics prose writer Sadly hears. Otmash at four five years, but this little poet. In

A cunning god loopholes - a lot of. Sassy and straight nasal from the temple. From the icon looks Christ is sweet-faced. In the passages, in proverbs The Lord is glorified, name gods on the lip in the

If you "Cow" name, by you must be milk and the udder. And if you without milk and without the udder, then the hell in your in the cow's name! it true for the artist and for the poet. There is

More and more often my eyes throw to the bared China. Melts or stands, not melting, four hundred million cloud China? For a long time will be jackals flock generalize in China? For a long time white gang

In the world clarify workers, - slogan and simple and straight: need in one mankind merge all - us, you! Sami a life and we will squeeze and exhale. Become electricity, sweat! The most complete razvev

I'm climbing my eyes ... Low lesions; to me this Silesia climbed into the spleen. Border. Boredom is Polish. Farther - more. From the rain slippery soil of Poland. On the horizon - white. Snow and Negoreloe

Huge questions, huge elephants, a country solves million-worthless. And on the side walk around individuals, but they view of everything special. Look, in shock brigades The Union, keep the pace and do

House after house roof uplift, into the sky pipes screw it! Working body holte at home, triple cubic capacity apartments. The apartment elegant, open the front door! We enter - and they saw: view - is

You imagine the women of Paris with a neck open, unbridled hand ... Stop thinking about yourself! A life - harder - at my Parisian woman kind another. I do not know, right, young or she is old, to yellowness

Expand broader eyes are red-hot, to the newspaper stab pupils incisors. Build in the ranks! Forward, columns the first armies control digits. Figures of implementation, drive the wedges, digits of increases,

Often now you can hear the streets talkers in this genus: "Comrades, it's easier, comrades, it's quiet. it you not the 18th year! " In the hole climbed up citizen Krotih, in the hole climbed

Bad pause we have on the Channel. We have ocean sleeve as zamashet - will swell water quartz. To people - badly. People are vomiting. People - squeak. And they were upset. People inventing tunnels. From

Oh, how much women's people shopping scour and are looking for fashion, asking for fashion, the last the Parisian. Poetry of the poet to you are gentle, daughter and mother. I understand - You need stockings,

Those who talked and threw All - in oratorical talent. Pianka - death without hesitation. it sits anti - alcohol company. Fist backhand in the chest beat yourself for hours on end. "So I? Yes, somehow?