..Р.. Пикник - Колдыри да колдобины
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(E. Schklyarsky)

It can be seen that my edge is special
I don't believe myself:
Colderi and potholes,
And around miracles.

How they are drunk under the root,
And do not fall, no.
It is as if ruined
And on their faces their light.

Wanderers are likened
In half-half,
Colderi and potholes -
That the flowers are on earth.

Here they do not frown from screams,
So started.
If he rises up to the step -
Then the other will fall to the bottom.

Among the streets are fragmented
What is not.
Colderi and potholes,
That vision is in a dream.

And we look at the sneaky
So started.
If he ...
Then another ...

I can see my special edge ...

Sordyri and potholes ...