Дмитрий Воденников - Прекрасная девочка
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One beautiful girl wrote in her living magazine, this is the name of the public blog-electronic diary.
You know, it happens that in a karamel bag with a jam, a solid caramel candy is suddenly found, without any filling in general. One side is clear - a factory marriage. On the other hand, someone who does not really loves Jem has unexpectedly largely blessed. But in any way, defense.
Caramel without filling be excellent (especially for autistic psychopaths). But only at the beginning, the fanfares "I'm not like everyone else." Then it turns out that all full -fledged caramels do not care about you deeply.
Well, someone will say:
- Wow, without filling!
- Well, a fool. - another will answer someone

The most derogatory in Brodsky about women is enclosed in lines
"I painted mascara in a notebook, sang a little"
Although at first glance, what is so bad here. Something purred, struck something there, as a result, the poet wrote endless "from nowhere with love" half his life
So, this broken kaleidoscope of something there is the most humiliating curse

I have no calling.
The end of the quote. So here is the mentioned girl Brodsky:

Dear, I left the house today late in the evening
Seek fresh air from the ocean.
The sunset burned out in the stalls by the Chinese fan,
And the cloud swirled like a concert piano cover.

A quarter of a century ago, you fought addiction to Lulia and the dates,
painted in mascara in a notebook, sang a little,
I had fun with me; But then she agreed with the chemical engineer
And, judging by the letters, she stupid monstrously.

Now you are seen in churches in the province and in the metropolis
on the panichids for common friends who are now continuous
a series; And I am glad that there is a distance in the world
Unimaginable than between you and me.

Do not understand me badly. With your voice, body, name
Nothing is no longer connected; No one destroyed them,
But to forget one life - a person needs at least
Another life. And I lived this share.

Lucky for you: where else, except perhaps the photograph,
Will you always abide without wrinkles, young, cheerful, mocking?
For time, having encountered memory, learns about his lawlessness.
I smoke in the dark and inhale the rotten rot.

The girl continues.

In order not to anger God, but I have a lot of other things:
a kind of mind (do not dare to laugh)
A peculiar sense of humor (you can laugh)
Vague ability to put words into unlikely sentences.
I also do not sang Marlin Monroe.
And discarding the lyrics:
Amazing, rare and precious people gave me the honor of being my friends
I am indulging in and protects my family, big (give them God health) and beautiful
And my unique whims and fantastic moron persistently endure a man whose prince with a white horse is unworthy of stroking laces.
And only I have no calling
There is no tall calling.
Low, however, too. There is no.
And you can and should relax. Well there is no way. Love friends, family and man. Draw mascara in a notebook. Sell Merlin Monroe.
But I can't do it. I’m thinking and I think - that’s what ... I’m a caramel defense of marmalade. Well, well, yes. Now there’s nothing to sing about, there were only details, I was always inspired by nonsense, it is hardly interesting even to me myself. But somewhere at the bottom of my heart, a person covers his face with his hand and the train departs from the back of the back, and you are on the platform, at least cry, at least sing, at least please .. or rain and snow, pure conscience, long years. When you go, look at The sky, so there is nothing except the sky.
I don’t know what to answer the girl who wrote the first letter I read on a public blog, a living diary, except that she is beautiful. Because I don’t know about the caramel, but that she has the most important thing that makes her so attractive , namely, shimmering. Voznoska miracle. I know for sure. The other side, I know that the shimmering female miracle does not necessarily make you account