Sergey Potekhin
Ctihi of purple notebook
In the field of birch stood,
No it does not interfere.
Nobody twisted her ...
It would grieve about anything. In the field
birch stood,
On eyes Antishke hit.
took the man saw da ax,
carried a birch tree in the yard.
Clear Field dozhdichek wets,
in the field is white penechek.
sitting on a stump the old man,
Smokes old man snuff.
crying and looked at the filings.
tree grew on the grave ...
It is love the old man,
first love forever.
It could go the other way.
rushed into the maelstrom of beauty ...
found the enemy villain,
Entered without conscience with it.
old women eye closed,
girl buried in a field:
«Sleep, Annie, sleep, slept,
Do not go with the guys in the barn!»
And she loved Ivan,
whole soul to tears without cheating.
Life it was broken,
birch grown in the field. Ivanko
planted birch,
The mouth is not Brave cigarette.
sitting on a stump the old man,
Smokes old man snuff. In the field
birch stood.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....
Liu Li, Liu, whether standing.
MY COMMENT TO MATERIAL:
here still, many .
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