Любовь Глотова и Анатолий Изотов - 18 - Мымра
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Red lanterns inflate cheeks -
In the morning, the lanterns are insulting to go out.

Under the eyes of mymra, the paint paint.
The mummer is always dangerous.

Tears for a woman is a rare thing,
Baba is used to cutting ropes.
But each woman has its own limits.
And he's just a feathered male,
Holeshid rooster,
Biryuk Forest,
but beautiful,
When - in the spring ...

The streets are silent with trams at the intersections,
Wake up - each of the lanterns.
Mymra tangs himself as a teenager,
She wants it again soon! ..
She dreams again: it would already be a day
so that he comes, gives a flower,
so that for a long, long then sniff him,
Dreaming and looking at the ceiling ...

But more and more often the subtexts, and in general it was decided:
To paint your eyes - a sign, there will be tears.
Tomorrow she will not go to the cinema
Neither with Petya with any, nor with any lies.

October crumbled, standing -
So he undressed in the hallway.
Forever a feathered male is right
He is the worst good.
No comparison with Lesha.
... ....
Thirty itself. On the shops - three.
She would take ahead and soar!
Charging from tomorrow -
Who is the first - a stone in me?

He herself does not know what is a man.
He stumbles and runs
In the foreboding of some fire there is the first -the stone in me?

Anyone itself is for a belt.
The grain of sand itself, the sand itself.
Herself in the hut there and the horse -
Who is the first - a stone in me?

Do not get out of debts yourself.
And in the house only a dictionary of reality.
And you, I will be able to accept it,
The first you throw a stone at me.