#russianclassics

The famous physicist Ioffe in the morning, drink choice coffee And Landau nailed the girls also think in the morning Morning is a time of reflection, expectation and confusion Nightingale ringing rehearsals

It has been a year not having morning dreams Perhaps with soul of my not okay Well, that fact that it was not spring Red sky, quiet and cool I go out in the alleys not a soul Silver mist swirls around

Midst a Facebook dove From the Botkin hospital From ghosts of night From thoughts rocker Lay down on right side Chewing a slice of pizza It's all over now I am alive and in this sense Intricate little

Don't chirp loudly, don't jump Under the window of my sparrows And neighbor, don't rape your engine, Not go your Zhiguli After may with gusts, with thunderstorms Falls to us red suit Young people with

You can't touch me today I'm terribly drunk right now Light morning summer rain Light drops flying jazz Well, to hell with you, God I don't pity your warmth Nothing I could not create Here and listen to

It is necessary to skillfully blow at the end farewell. To the mouthpiece did not flinch, pull farewell. Everything else will come naturally, if the Hornpipe leads, not oboe. -- with lips grasped air casually,

Shmuel, I don't know who was right. Hell -- no place, and eternal our conversation. You can keep quiet., here's my hand. Third. And a gold bracelet, nominal pattern. As in untilled soil flowed carat, I'd

Let's stay in reality, on the air, split in two. Everywhere the plague, my dear Augustine, and everywhere schnapps more expensive gold. Let's hang. between dactyl and the upper sky pre-dinner. As a pen

That's affected bad habit whistle. All that could, pulled the sacred pipe. Cold dog tin and roll the bones, the old right to tremble in a single-breasted overcoat. The enemy swells at Panska stocks yeast,

Finish Smoking cold and leaves flies on charred words. By morning, the humble smell of leaves he'll take care of the hot river. Only the stupa with the dormant witch a human will smell the air of the garden,

Meanwhile, in the fields engaged Stozhary and winter jeering struck midnight. How to twirl an astrolabe you don't remember, and the accumulation of fish inflates the gills, coming from Tina's life-giving

Remind, that you love me fatherly, that I'm an expensive bitch to you. On fluent any, old Greek, on the walls shimmering like a lighter. Something sipchem, sick, scratched, flammable dry conjunctiva of

football's not football anyway. Jack is not Jack — ballet still readers Newspapers ' truths and lies not readers not I agree writers do not continue still a hammer what you sow-crop failure not in the

Coarse-grained walnut and drizzle of honey, so Mac to cold will not need a jacket. But long crawling tram from Cloth rows, only for death to send it in Kazimierz, in vain sloping place, season, age. Grinder

Goldenrod went on the cheek, complain on easy materka, gold eats into you like lime. A chain of Golden metamorphoses revealed a rare idol-honey plant, in the past man and monster. Who will love him, fly

Summer is in full swing. And this you, Unreal how the smell of snow. But I take flowers from your hands, Looks like a piece of sky. I'll serve you an Apple. – You'll break it in two. I created you, Adam.,

From July there was a taste of honey, And let the summer come late, Behind the cherry blossoms The world was an Apple-tree enchanted. Bees did not spare their strength, To honey to prepare a cell, We're

Like a forest river, it's a name: clay and flowing water – dark, but this light is deep… Softness and strength of ice in winter… Sonorous, transparent, like ice, you take it, but the heart does not hurt!

Your pride and shame, your eternal pain – native land forever with you, no replacement for her, no matter how much I look for, you'll still get bored... You will live, someone else's fate Vlach, subsisting

Transparent wings rustling at midnight… Bats need help! They do not harm a person, Let's take them into custody! They are in gratitude for something without question Easily destroy the blood-sucker squad.