Sultry audience.
Spares high windows moire poplars.
Note "Let's go to the movies?".
"... There is a story ..." -
Whisper, moderately hot, because - of it.
"Selintsev you a long time ..." -
In the amphitheater, where
Breadth of a hair - a gladiator, ha!
Kolka soured.
"Selintsev, shame and disgrace!
Go to the place you from sin ...
I will not send you down
Until peresdadite ... "
A grimace insincere disorders
Relief in sight.
"Girl, you're sitting
So sexy that ... "" ... spit.
Is not worth it.
Frog Rectangular
Slap in the Department of calico conduit
"So today's topic ..."
"... Painted wings, and before drying ..."
"... And I hope you fully disclosed
, And underpinned by Theorem ... "
"... Listen, and if it is flattened,
What she did ... just now to remove the board ... "
(Outside breakers)
Mel on board vykruglyaet thread:
"Why do some people sleep during the day?"
And lacquered claws
Color people poterzali rag.
"You, as buduyuschie angels must know ..."
"... BE or four or five ... The Be ... '
'... Price have only those guesses,
Which can be words of the dead to prove ...
Surovtsev! You again! ...
So. Live do not understand.
So please rely on, we are straight,
Who jurisdiction of our
Is stripped.
You know - their minds are free
Of, so to speak, Brenna porridge ...
So.
A in the window - spring. And the jackhammers.
On Earth, they say, all the drinking ...
And particularly where drifting snow ...
B notebook spread out devils by hand
As Voltairianism,
However, if the erase ...
"Mashkov" - "I!" (Army of habit).
'What are you on this topic
Tell?
Me do not need to despair of the Jewish ...
And shorter.
Watch Out. I ask the board. "
Ox.
Iknetsya.
Pencil snapped in his hand.
And muttering "salyutant morituri"
In Aramaic habit
Walk out.
A - ha!) "Well, I think,
That the people they are ... ...
Feel anxiety
At night when lying down are,
Sort of like, closer to God,
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Somehow inappropriate and premature ...
That's it ... ... im scared! "
"So. Not deprived.
Why sleep calmly pregnant? "
"Well, it's just ridiculous,
I deeply apologize,
Me something about this question ...
Now, get pregnant ... "
"Do not talk back.
To think that, so to say, "mow"
Views on independence -
Just bravado ... "
And Polishes velvet slides,
Kocherezhka a ...
They say, that we must,
Mol, at least get involved in pullets,
Lessons without skipping ...
Is not new ... I know ...
"Okay. Return.
So called, in the night
Often make up? "
"Well ... I think that at all - sins
Heavier than disgusted,
Rather than the fingers ...
And so ... like ... in the dark, quiet!
And in the afternoon - some sleep.
Okromya those sufferers,
Someone, so to speak, as if pregnant with twins ...
Day and who maetsya.
"So.
As you say - "martyr", but
If you please - quote ".
At attention as a pioneer
Did not hesitate to mention at all in vain
But behold, hesitated over a date:
"Lately, I
Sleeping in broad daylight.
Apparently, my death
Testing me.
Raised, even breathing,
Mirror my mouth, -
How do I transfer
Nothingness in the light ...
... Only here a year ...
In my ... uh-uh ... in the seventy-first!
One thousand nine hundred ...
Here it is, to his misfortune,
Or happiness - I do not know - spend your nerves
And in the darkness and the light ... "
And then, this rabble
Approached, and palm hard tisok
Squeezed my shoulder.
A in the eyes (oh Lord) pain snowstorm ...
And noticeably - tinted white temple ...
Guard room.
"Why do you ...?
Share so I did not ask for, believe me ...
But at least all out ...
You at least know how
Angel feels during and after the death of ...
Yeah you know it ... "
"Lord, what I said?
You asked for an example - and asked for the phrase!
Suffer the little hand. "
C back row grin
Flashed in the monolith of cured eye
Like a spark in granite.
"Example ... with quote ..."
Palm unclenched, wilted.
That you are so cruel ...
Walk "" But the guilty ... "
Her voice again scored metal:
'Go!
Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - Call -
Breathing, clapping, bustling
Rustled, zasobiralsya.
"That got a kick?"
"... And says: in the Greek hall, in the Greek hall ..."
"... For beer money left"
"Well - in a movie?" ... All nonsense, "
"Cinema ... wait a minute - the movie. Give me catch my breath.
Vzelas What is she? "
Spilled into the hallway.
"Old Man, are you not able to understand?
Awl spun
G in the ... "" Shoot, "Well, of course ..."
"Too - the binomial theorem!
In the autumn gave general practice -
You, my friend, poglupel.
For he was not wearing a sword belts?
And then you know the proverb ...
Vision of the second. Moscow port.
...
And if you still think about the past ...
Suddenly - a quiet rustle of someone else's wings, knocking at the window.
I opened it. I am not the first time to be crazy.
Hither hurried WHENCE my angel, fell heavily into a chair
Waved his wing - a glass fell with a jingle,
Looked into my eyes and winked:
"It seemed to me, Or you called me?"
I reached out and poured out: "What have you come?
Calling you - you shlyaeshsya on roofs,
Instead of calling - and so ... Does not spoil the table.
Well, tell me, yet I hear something. "
He grinned: "You're drinking? Business as usual?
And all the grief - oh, my poor lamb!
A is that poetry? "
"Yes that verse ... Water.
Mara, so his paper under the crackling candles ...
You came to read a moral? "
"Not at all."
He drank and rubbed his temple wing:
"I came to you to correct the path.
Are not you tired to ram the wall forehead? "
"Where did you used to be the servant of the heavens?
I'm here already and he is quite manage,
I'm here already died and risen, and more than once.
And you're somewhere shlyaeshsya!
Anyway, any wall, God be with you -
All quiet, peaceful, long ago I'm not a fighter ...
I took everything that was given to me by fate,
And survived, and survived, finally!
Well, is not it? "
He paused. "Not so.
You hid his head like a bird under its wing.
Kid ourselves - this is you're a whale!
Really think again, that lucky
You its pathetic to find rest?
So why are you alone? "
"Are you serious?
I is blowing, you better shut the window. "
"Let the fresh air ... Answer me a question. "
"Oh no, my friend, women are not going to ...
About two you know - he brought them to me,
And the rest are not distinguished from Boden.
'S enough.
"Oh, oh, what was found, fucking romantic!
From Boden, you see they do not tell!
Who yesterday, with excitement as asthma
Breathing, like blonde to conquer?
Well, this, remember - long-legged, with his lips? "
"Yes I remember ...
Drink should be smaller.
But the truth is that, in the guise of a friend ...
A Sun with the faith that touched your soul -
You're all over them howl, like in the movies?
You shut the door itself - they were
And for you, consider that died long ago.
Are you blind? "
"Yes, so true, is not sighted.
And if saw the light - I did not live.
I still love them, remember, cry ...
And yet I live. "
Time to treat you! "
"Found a doctor! Chatted enough.
On the women keep silent il fly away -
The window is open. "After a pause I said.
What you were weaving about correcting the way? "
He turned serious: "Yes there was such a whim,
But really do not know now how to be.
Talking to you and understand - you have paid
You me and drop your pain.
Her habit so that I forgot
Destination love myself and pains -
You're all mixed up! "
"What do you mean?
And all the love and cope with them is not free.
And the pain ... Where do without it? Can not do.
It - a reward, a warning
It keeps me from oblivion
All that I have made along the path.
From loneliness.
Hoped I would go with a needle under the skin,
And remember the forgotten words,
And it seems the heat is still possible;
Pain reminds me - do not rush
Love to weave a silver thread.
This evisceration of the soul
I for the third time will not survive -
I'll die easy. I have long been the wrong one.
Steep hills compacted Sivko ... "
I mimicked it: "I'm not one!
Indeed, in the head with your chips!
Your causation
Broken. But you, my friend, tupeesh!
Okay.
Where you though it Understandest?
Hardly that - so you're suicidal dream,
As joy. Was found - Steppe Wolf!
You are my own someday answer,
What the hell are you still alive? "
"Already answered, and answered twice -
I twice made his way to you, upstairs
Devoured by a great, terrible thirst,
You know a man could -
A thirst for death.
As I could, struggling with a hoarse.
But survived.
A shame ... Yes, here's another - fear of heights.
It had everything - syringes and vodka, anger,
Fumes.
Things to remember - to wade up to chill.
And the shame, pain ...
"Yes, I know ... Here, drink. Shouted.
Frankly, it disgusted me then
Your store, you're very much kicking.
Yes, in a coffin to drive you effectively. "
He got up, walked around, flicked a cigarette lighter,
Put the kettle, lit it and sat down again.
"Listen, - he says - you do not mind
Herself?
Her fate to something better?
I, in fact, for this and came.
I'm so tired, I'm worn out from you -
Store and have used a muzzle on the table! "
"Yes it without you enough -
And a muzzle on the table, and the horrible.
I do flies from people decently,
Here is only from you and not enough!
Anyway, where did you come from?
Other - oh, he can see, tired!
Why did you then took up the cause?
I asked you? On my knees begging?
Go!
Over someone else is not cracked his?
And leave me to my fate,
I somehow driving with her! "
"Sit down!
I'd be glad to, but the order, routine
Is not me and not you in this world,
Is still there.
Law is good ...
"In the canteen.
Oh no, I do. "
Silence hung.
Only a gurgle of water, the strips of smoke
Clicks are second hand, thinking, thinking ...
"Well, since I so inevitable
With you, we are bound to each other,
And both evidently displeased -
Then we must do something.
Wading we also measured and limp,
As before ... Come on, kolis, buddy!
'Cause you come up with something, I suppose.
I see the fact, as you, my angel, looking for
Time convenient, to be frank.
Come on, I'm waiting. "
Shook his head against it: "Okay.
I flew not just shoot the breeze.
I suddenly felt so hurt and angry
Life wasting on you all to try
Help somehow ... In vain!
With you or do not have enough faith.
But there is one last solution,
But true to it is rarely used.
And I got an audience
From our Almighty God.
Then he raised his eyes, crossed himself
Wing. Well, I'm out of politeness, too.
"Well, come on, we will do today
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And this is hell? "
"No, but the prelude. Let us go down.
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Somehow feel sorry for even
And like a fast ...
Vision of the third. Red Abrau Durso.
How many years since I step, getting lost ...
Changed so many faiths, and all looking for something.
A couple of times already, uncontrollably drunk
I tried with this world to end scores.
I once went to a small village
Forgotten by all in the edge of a bear.
Morning dew stew was bad,
Me smelled something old, old.
I saw the mowers that were on the field,
With song spits measured waving.
Ping iron, heat, ring flew to freedom.
Seen the harvest this year was great.
A at a distance, on the hill, I saw
As a blind man playing the flute for them.
God took away his eyes, but the gift does not hurt.
And every sound of the flute at the heart melts.
And barefoot near a girl tried to
Sharpen the scythe.
And from smooth breathing heaving
Chest high. And I lost my speech.
Net her lips alluring bends
Slender legs taut flesh, and tenderness of the neck.
And I realized that now, wherever I was,
Eye forget it deep I can not.
Oh, how she had a smile!
Smiling, carrying a scythe to the razor
Touchstone ringing on steel without error,
Finger trying, like a sword before the battle.
I went up to the old man, and sat down next to him,
And, unable to cope with the rush of the soul,
Whispered: "It's beautiful, oh right ...
On the ground, so I see first time.
And what it must have a name!
Well, tell me who she was told, 'Father,'
I turned that empty eye sockets -
"This is - Death. She is always there sharpening his scythe. "
Vision of the fourth. Hangover.
The clouds look like lined up tables
In the air signals those angles,
Bracelet on his arm with an ornament from the ashes.
Where? Someone a gift, maybe ...
Head on the corners and bumps of blood
Invisible blood thought: "She does not sleep."
But even if she does not sleep, it is silent -
In general, doing something innocuous.
Morning gray slow plague
Crammed smile safer than prison,
Crumbs of terrified-guarded mind
Prepared from the strain of tears.
Reid on the empty glass on polglotka,
From under the bed protrudes hand
And speaks the language
That, being at the bottom, nowhere to fall.
Plane glass turns into a horizontal line,
If to lie face down on the window.
Can behold the aging calendar
Stuck somewhere in the middle until the spring.
And terrible not because he did not crawl,
Scary that are repetitive path
Compressed windings in the manner of a handful - / # Head-on like a fist from the side.
Scary is not it, that my spirit mixed body
And not what the fish winks at the desk.
Scary that all these and other cases
Occur at the time of rebuilding itself from the ashes.
Even dead sprat, obviously in a strange juice
Pretends to stand for election.
Claims on the public.
Claim, perhaps, the only stronghold saw.
Idea, neatly cut in half,
Do not like flying on business
Tea in a new land or Balaam
No freedom of man.
Flat like chicken legs,
(My speech is composed of solid PTA-pt)
First joint inept hands of a beginner
Bears no resemblance to the trajectory of take-off.
"Oh, what's going on in the world?" "Oh, just - a mess."
"Just a mess, think?" "Yes it is ...
You are my angel, do not rush to laugh in a fist,
Remember the night. Oh, do not you remember? Well, never mind.
Night all cats to the horror of sulfur, and All
Hnychut quite naturally to the band
Bad luck and misfortune, in all its glory
And in all likeness ... "" You think so? "" Yes. "
"I believe that the sky has long spit
Of the fact that it is all of us could enjoy.
And you? "" I believe that your article
Indifferent to the sky and even the dead. "
"Ingrates!" "What do you think that you ... In fact - a poet. "
Felt in the pocket of its wreckage of cigarettes
Lit, and this worthless interrupting a tete-a-tete,
For more things calm has returned - yes, here, to the window sill.
Morse Code twitching hand.
Planer boards stronger than the bullet - a temple.
I can hear yourself as if from afar,
With some other patient's consciousness
Three-fourths of the top.
Like the rail in the cold morning enacting into law.
"Well, that last is not hung in the bedroom icons
And then I probably would have kept their promises. "
"You are vulgar, my dear, but generally quite nice ..."
A I divorce and tochu saw teeth,
Bitches under me takes the semblance of a needle
A tree - a bloody syringe.
O Lord, that I let in my dreams, look!
As if a little of what was inside ...
Black bird, startled, the flames of the dawn
Take away on the wings of the features of my face.
I woke up a thousand times, but - here, podi you -
Resurrect fallen to me only three times
And every time I was increasingly manish you
Upper tributary of the Styx - Quick Summer.
Every night all the stronger embrace of Morpheus,
Is not trying to avoid them, they did not dare to stay,
I'm me, as if on the contrary Galatea -
Of living in the stone, from light to violet.
In the morning, remember frantically when luck:
When my fingers in the rain ledenelo oar
When mocked by storm, but carried the
(Although sneaking, it should be noted sourly)
Bowed when the heat field of the nightingale,
And later, his legs dangling in a ditch, mutter friends
That sense, they say, in life there is neither here nor there,
And, hence, to die - no sense.
Pulls his hand to his cheek memories ...
How did I get here? I was away!
I drew a spoon monogram on the river
And cried in muzzles mountains hurtful things,
Boot I have to drive in the intertidal longing,
Is true, even brought a gun to his temple,
But this is not worthy of a piece
Memory opposes the floor like a dream prophetic.
"What are you all silent?
You, if you argue with a scoundrel. "
"Yes, in general, so it is ..." Soul foulbrood
Corroded conscience as an acid.
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