Хрень

Snowstorm
Роман Ярцев

I will spin myself with a blizzard on the eyelashes of snow I will bring...
Under the rags in the nezalezhna I will put nails with slag
South-West under sail and make up all the way up, a canvas shirt soaked in salt for a century...

Метель

В размашку голифе сотку латынь и букварицу с ять в язынь...


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