DaBomb - Часы
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The glass was held by a well done, holding back at the attack,
Although it turned out so thin,
That from the fourth blow about the concrete there was a quiet ringing
About the floor of hitting fragments.
My move - with the trembling lips flew knuckle,
Iron tooth looked from a click.
Before that, everything is silent. One scarecrow only
View of the wolf who left the flock of wolf.
Therefore, no one climb. Looks like very long
The old man was preparing for the return of debt
On faces is clear interest and advantage
Not in favor of the old man
A completely different sense.
Wound at sunset, the clock is gold,
Looks like not even the twentieth century - said Malts,
Which broke on time and took a broken lid
With engraving in the old style.
The old man did not lose time. He is neat
The end of the second arrow bent his fingers.
Last Circle by Glossy Plate
The minute she prevented to complete.
He waited. With swing in the wall
Gears, wheels, springs
Mixed with mud, fleeing.
From the disgusting of an unexpected picture
Observer goosebumps ran.
He did not notice us before, and then he was embarrassed.
It was visible, he is awkward, even ashamed.
Failed, the carved cane raised
And looked off. Apparently apparently from us.
The girls rushed forward and a dark yellow case
Disappeared under the fur coat.
Now it is lucky. Probably go far.
There is a century of prudent bastards.
Further by your affairs. We catch up to the grandfather
Learn the reason for this act.
Silence, eye score, and pours out everything
Whose ears were considered inaccessible.
For years, not everyone allowed such life in the Union.
Helling on the map of Sochi, Yalta, Anapa. In general, the region is the beach.
In winter, with sales girls in Moscow, Kutil Vallant.
Bandits were not afraid, legal and suppressed.
Few could speak equal with him.
Two deadlines won well
And the reputation of deservedly was proud of it clearly.
But once he played, and in full.
On the forehead of the wrinkle of the old man formed waves,
I thought, probably, I remembered something.
And for a few seconds somewhere in the distance looked silent
Some watches, father's legacy,
Replace such memory for chruts prevented heart
Left and rooted, there is no place from now on in his life cards.
But it is seen from destiny not to go.
The power has ceased to be Soviet and this is 60,
When to change anything too late.
Guessing the Kremlin stars, he tried to understand
For long and why so sharply?
He and the former Mila. Worried, rested.
17 Son, 10 daughter.
I managed to create from scratch about something sleepless at night
More than once he dreamed in a single.
I saved decently, my son supported
When commercial lived in the bloodstream.
And he flew into the open crime,
Yes, so that the project of a perpetual perspective shone him.
They sold everything, gathered the amount, the question was settled silently.
Passed in the case of the Forest, in the hospital did everything cleverly.
Paper death died, cremation, empty urn.
And now he goes to the station to meet his lost child
And thinks "and it was necessary to save him and cut off,
After all, before, for such a nasty of anything on the wall smeared "
As for the clock, he is in front of death
Left them and whispered covenant
Decently life to go, like him, and honest to bring up sons,
And the echo of his words was boring the wind.
His tired eyes looked at us,
But it seems like something differently.
Heavy sigh stops his story,
He gone, gray and tired.