under the melancholy of the Moscow River ,
filling with water, the pupil himself -
something I often think about was the fate of ...
... under the cover of destiny as a human shield ,
pull yourself together to reflect , as always , then ,
loved his chain and wrist in it -
And the same color and texture of the one
and is not afraid of kinship with the mole ,
Do not blame destiny that the world is large ,
sand that is not wise to write books
Like in aqua regia - a big country
solution , despite the hardness of the hands ,
terminates the thread , and the ringing and noise
fly head to hold an open ...
... something that shook his hand yesterday ,
I do not immortalized , not pinned ,
great work - do not blame fate ,
verify steps size of the string
In the retina of angel smoke trail
entrenched in the mind the fate of a piece - Brooks , bridges ,
ugly snow bank prime ,
And what I would have walked the fields -
never did have smelled the earth ...
... harder and baking rides Blood Somewhere again
spring came , but it does not count - And the village one
... expensive , easier for me to double , triple ,
because it is still all in the price
'Cause I understand why you need
Because the stone is not better,
A confirmation of this I do not count,
For the green forest and the expanse of the verse
incurable