I'll put on my boots in the morning –
I've been used to them since I was a child,
When I was very young,
I made a snowman in them.
Now-dear snow
I walk at random.
I believed it: there are snowdrops.
Lied some son of a bitch.
I found a glade.
Tired. Take a NAP.
I wanted to hug Tatiana.
I look, and there's a wolf next to me.
I ran and didn't feel my legs.
Flowers – not observed.
Only the wind raged viciously,
And the Jackal was catching up.
To you, my only one,
He trudged along like a donkey.
Your husband snored furiously:
He swept everything off the table.
One only does not grieve:
"The WEATHER is good."
As soon as my husband leaves,
Start and finish…
To you, my only one
© Copyright: Елизавета Ярославовна Доронина, 2020
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