Нас не было... Стихи читает автор Демирина. We were not... Poems are read by the author Demirina.

poems are read by the author Demirina. We were not in this dank environment, We warmed ourselves from the blizzard on Saturday, In almost serene and spring rain, Not selected in the March quota! Burning in a flash table legs And the rims of curved backs, We watched how smoldering, taking off, ash In a gray halo of dust particles ... We were not! Ringtone sobs don’t count. Not counting swearing in a cramped front door, Where no one expects the mercy of the heart In flight at a greedy speed... What are we to people! Tomorrow is Thursday: With him in conjunction with deaf Monday, And there is no one in it who is not a clerk in the ego ... Not everyone is the first - a loafer! We weren’t there where the thick vanilla In a cocktail of melted ice ... It’s not fiction, and it seems to me that it’s not fiction, - Two drops of salty tears, Mixed us over the coffee fire...