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Where are these Hermitages ?..
And where is friend Misha?
And who is now
Talk about Tsoi
And his thaw?
Balls of gossip grandmothers
With string bags
The immortal "Maybe" is ours,
Kostya's shirt is non-replaceable,
From Turkey
ponytail tangled with jokes,
The first puffs
Vans, fences...
Feeling the anticipation of a miracle
His accomplishment is cold -
from somewhere
From the pile of the unknown -
From childhood,
Let me take a look!..
Skies are inky
The dust of the stars is calling
Take flight
Mystery of dreams
Of utter inevitability
Mixed feelings of the past ...
And time is unlikely to change
Those spots of aspirations -
Embrace the immensity
a prisoner
So do not become outside of it -
Treacherously grown-ups
Selfish...
And there is, therefore, a meaning -
Looking for meaning...
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories ...
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories
The boy sang with pleasure, despite the fact that at the same time he had to push a heavy wheel, like a pack donkey. And it was his serious and very productive work.
The viscountess girl stamped her bare, small foot for the umpteenth time and chirped:
- Fabulous! You eat great! Is the Hermitage beautiful in London?
Gulliver replied with a smile, puffing out his pink, magnificent, childish cheeks:
- In London, the Hermitage is the best and richest in the world!
The girl giggled and hit the boy again with great pleasure with a whip. He had a red stripe on his naked body.
The Viscountess asked with a smile:
- Do you like it?
The boy nodded and whimpered.
"Maybe you would sing better than beat a child?!
The girl nodded, and again her naked, ta
- It's great and I'll sing!
Gulliver tweeted:
- Sing a flower, do not be ashamed!
The viscountess, jumping up and down, began to dance, singing;
I drove into childhood
Don't follow me.
I see everyone here is having fun, war.
just for her
Just for you
war.
No place for children here
For adults - fight.
Stay with her
Don't follow me.
just for her
Just for you
war.
And it's good there
There I sit on the potty.
And it's good there
There I sit on the potty.
There is no need for money:
Circus and lollipops
There is a milky shore
Horses by the tie
just for me
just for the horse
Lead.
Pastila, swing,
white bows,
sweet cookie,
Mom's dreams.
just for her
Just for me
They're coming.
And I feel good
There I sit on the potty.
And I feel good
There I sit on the potty.
Lord, why am I here.
Again
Run, conquer
tear with teeth -
just for me
Just for you
Now.
God, think
What to write for us
sincere lines,
Just tear your soul
hard for you
Hard for me,
Believe me.
Okay, okay
The children sit on the potty.
Okay, okay
The children sit on the potty.
Here is such a wonderful song sung by a girl. And it's just really cool, and cool! In the coffin to see at the same time bald Fuhrer!
The girl giggled and winked at her counterpart.
Gulliver agreed with her:
- You are lovely and just super!
Well, what else is there to say and what to talk about? At least you sing, at least crow.
Well, well, everything was very hasty and pleasant.
Meanwhile, the orcs, without an extra pause, began to shake the girl on the rack. Which looked very cool, and in its own way extremely fu
How can you not sing here?
And Gulliver will sing again;
I am a boy born in a holy land
Who is called the boundless Elfia...
And there is no better place, know on the whole earth,
And no matter how you ask God in a fierce faith!
But he was born an ardent atheist, know
In a cynical, in this twenty-first century...
I wanted to build a wonderful paradise with my own hand,
Where would the gods become the people themselves !
But now I got into the twentieth stormy century,
And I had to fight the boy there ...