Данила Козловский - Портрет трагедии
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Let's look into the face of the tragedy. We will see her wrinkles
Her humpbacked profile, chin of a man.
We will hear her contralto with notes of the devil:
A hoarse aria of the investigation is louder than a squeak of causes.
Hello, tragedy! They have not seen you for a long time.
Hello, the flip side of the coin.
Let us consider in detail your details.

Let's look into her eyes! In pain extended
Pupils made by Karim with will of will
as a lens on us - either in the ground, or
Giving, on the contrary, in someone’s fate of tour.
Good evening, a tragedy with heroes and gods,
with poorly covered legs,
With its own name, drowning in the general gam.

We put her fingers in her mouth with shut -up gums
keys, with inflamed voluntary arc
By, spat on ash relatives and purgois.
We pull her hem, see her with a naked.
Well, if you want, tragedy, - surprise us!
Depict the betrayal of the body, removal
bodies, an Evonon minus, offended innocence.

Sugling to the cheek of tragedy! To the black curls of the Gorgon,
to a rough board on the other side of the icon,
With a skine rolling, like wagons to the east,
A star, chosen in a snare and shoulder straps.
Hello, a tragedy, dressed not in fashion,
With the time receiving from the judge in the face.
You feel good in nature, but better in the morgue.

We collapse in the arms of the tragedy with the readiness of the womanizer!
We plunge into its middle -aged meat.
We will try it through, to the springs of the mattress.
Perhaps she will take out. So the race survives.
What's new in the repertoire, tragedy, in the wardrobe?
And -speaking of a product in your womb -
What is the best role of a large creature of the role of a nondescript fraction?

Inhale her stench smell! Armpit and impurity
Raise in the sum of the fifth corners and on their boots.
Squeeze in hysteria: "For whom are you
You accept me! "Feel an attack of vomiting.
Thank you, the tragedy, for being irreparable,
that there is no abortion without cherub,
That you do not pass by, you try with dust the udder.

Her face is ugly! It is not covered with a mask,
duckweed, putty, bashful paint,
hands busy with a denouement,
violent ovation, nervous shake.
Thank you, tragedy, for the fact that you are frank
Like a cornet in the crown of the crown, like a razor vein,
For not taking time, that is instant.

Who are we, non-Statui, is not good,
To prevent your life to disfigure irrevocably?
Which can also be considered as offspring; but
What is even more interesting if the thing is ethereal.
Do not disdain it, the tragedy, the genre of the result.
How do you like the death of everything saint?
No wonder you and a jacket and toga.

Look: she smiles! She says: "Now I
I'll start. It is more important to begin in this matter,
how to end. Remove the watch from the wrist.
Give me a person and I will start with misfortune. "
Come on, tragedy, act. From vowels walking in the throat,
Choose "y" invented by the Mongol.
Make it a noun, make it a verb,

adverb and interjection. "Y" - a common breath and exhale!
"Y" we wheeze, vigorous from losses and benefits
Or - rushing to the door with a sign "Exit".
But there you are standing, with Dryn, your eyes are leaning.
Slip in the same way, tragedy. Davi us, Mesi like a dough.
You and I are tied, for nothing that not a bride.
Spit our souls while there is a place

And when he is not! Turn this thing into a quagmire,
which the Holy Spirit, Father and Son
Do not scatter. Thicken in rubber,
Roll her a cube amenazine, put it there and the Osin:
Give, tragedy, the similarity of the soul with nature!
A hybrid of archangels with a gold company!
Come on, as Michurin told the fruit, ugly.

Previously, girlfriend, you had a force.
You came at midnight, waved Xiva,
I quoted Racine, was beautiful.
Now your face is a cross of an impasse with a prospect.
So it acquires the address of the herd and soil - the tree.
Your album looms everywhere - to the right or left.
Fay, open the gates of the tribe.