ННТКЗ30 - Книги
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I owe all the good books in myself
I owe all the good books in myself

The first read seven
The adventures of a little man in the country of villains
I don't know what ended,
The older brother tore the last pages

Then there were a lot of textbooks and manuals
theories and practitioners -everything is very interesting,
Especially about the Greeks who proved their theorems in the sand,
And in the morning the tide washed all the correct answers

staggering around the city with a book like an ax under his arm
I was looking for someone to cut the head, in the end I pierced my
Horseman without a head with a spear at the ready
Preferring feathers and shells of turtles
In search of children, at a depth of twenty thousand leagues
cut off my friends Iroquois, and I also suddenly
They began to scare the crows of dogs and sirens

How is it all arranged there, what is it all of?
who is to blame and whether snow was as cold as
It seems that the doors opened
A little sun in the water seems to go the very last summer
on the archeepel (in principle, Crimea could also be an island)
All these stolen treasures
how steel was tempered on the side where the wind
I searched in a story about a real man

Then the swamp of love and bliss,
Toli Pechorin could not understand, Toli Onegin
Then the belly was completely torn to me, like that nag,
some kind of rusty buckshot,
Thank you Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Tatyana Rostova, Larina Natasha
Dreams full of idiotic marmalade
Dirty plates for breakfast
unsuccessful observations of their own behavior
Goodbye the great era, it's me ...
How bad I felt

then a fat about a dude who was cheated on a wife, who is like a trap
He seemed to be taught or just thumped,
Worse than her, it was only about one that did not sink, but I did not read it either - I quit
Unexpectedly as mines on the field drove me crazy,
And it seemed that all that was left is my struggle

Saved nausea on the very edge of the night
I bl imperated valet Blewal until the morning
Stories, novels, novels, with quotes, stuck, pulled out the tonsils and arranged the tongue for two.
on a drunken ship with only disagreement
Shtil dragged all his nebula and snowstorms through me
In one fucking overcoat, poorly understanding the laws of time
Differences from the country of miracles entered the car
Right in the wall

books that burned me
Books that chewed me
books that overtook me
books that penetrated me
books that I became
Books in which I finished
books that have become true
which I no longer need books
which I no longer need books