Bad WEATHER
A bad weather rages Through the night,
Under a morning a dog already cold.
Began to beat in a corner in an old cage
On a street does not stick a nose.
My the old house of heat does not hold
wind Goes for a walk on corners.
They many are on all Russia
Where a cold kills us.
But officials, bourgeois
Sit in a heat and drink wine.
life of people is indifferent
Although live due to his.
10.10.11. Victor Войтюк.
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