Like a jelly...

Like a jelly...
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
The sound of frost is thin and high-pitched
The sky is hazy
The air is fresh ...
The day of winter
The white expanse
The expanse !
The window is made of ice ...
I pressed my face against the cold
My eyes ...
The glasses are like ... the window -
I made my eyes big ...
Tomorrow ...
I feel ...
There will be no ...
All the air -
It will remain
To all of you ...
The cold and the end are the best ...
Like jellied meat ...
By midnight in the evening
 I'll eat it ...


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