Рецензия на «Манекен» (Весса Блюменбаум)
Mannequin In shop window on the floor Stands of plastic made nice doll. It looks nice in the red vest And arouses my interest. The eyes are sparkling such as gold But they're indifferent and cold. Its glance is empty and senseless I thought it's good to be mindless It can’t feeling fright and pain It has neither nerves nor brain It has no any aim All the days for it the same Life for it is not so sweet But it doesn't hurt the feet. For mannequin it doesn’t mean You are kind or you are mean. Алла Кердман 30.12.2017 00:17 • Заявить о нарушении
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