Night
Roman Yartsev
On Sunday, I brushed my hair off my head...
Jumped up on the spot, my slippers fell down in the corners,
a billiard with balls, bowling - strike skittles...
The woman went to dibrans in the corridor on polas
curtsey is not necessary to her, circling in ecstasy among ...
The pipe minuet on the edge slid to her in the night...
Night
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