Игорь Кутузов - На полях
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And how from the first step
With a ringing copper under the legs fly
Dry flowers
So from the first splinter through the mother
Bridges bend the back
How did the sales of keys go
Without bargaining, three rubles for a dozen.
So special affairs of the master
They laid out red goods in the fields.

On the fields
Mounds and ditches,
From the funnel to the funnel -
Pure stream
For old merits - honorary right
Wear explosives on the left shoulder ...

How should the shoulder straps fall from the first wave - torn
Under them belts.
So from the first breath of the chimney, the ticket is not bad,
We extend the limit.
Like the last in a tourist lists
Waiting for a minute in open doors,
To the last page in the metrics is clean -
Only crosses in the fields.

On the fields
Mounds and ditches,
From the funnel to the funnel -
Pure stream.
For old merits - honorary right
Wear explosives on the left shoulder ...

How is every third until the first time
tied
blood, every fifth is forgotten
And from the first layer
peretlo on the very Makovka
Drive bolts
For the last word,
Unless for nothing
Wakes up worst - it will take off after a sob;
Like from the last row
Carries a fume from a hate hunter
With a pen in the fields.

On the fields
Mounds and ditches,
From the funnel to the funnel -
Pure stream.
For old merits - honorary right
Wear explosives on the left shoulder ...

And how in the first snow with a ringing of copper is flying under the feet
Dry flowers,
So from the first outpost to the god of the forgotten sky by the nose
The saints are withdrawn
Like the last bastard, smear the mass
To be this lying roles -
You can build a special training course.
You can from a place to the quarry -
Dry in the fields.

...On the fields
Mounds and ditches,
From the funnel to the funnel -
Pure stream.
For old merits - honorary right
Wear explosives on the left shoulder.