That's all in your parade: napkin there, tie here
Yes, "Sorry," yes, please, Mercy, "I am so so that it is not.
Winter especially Surov in February, an empty sky, gray, as if there is no sky.
Stepan Sergeev sat, leaning against the wall, at the stop near the market, and the snow fell quietly.
And his glance is somewhere in the depths there, and as if there is still a war, where the destinies close to him.
It became especially difficult after Luda died in that year, so lonely.
The blizzard sang sadly, people drove in the windows, we have some kind of weekdays, and in one we go to God.
Cold hands counted six rubles of little things, we will wait for the Keba, and I don't think about it.
I waited for an hour, waited two, waited three, the crowd grew, someone leaving a taxi.
Nastiglas nastyla, and the snow fell, fell, as in the 45th he spun in the club, in Tango.
And he dreams that Natasha returned from the states, they drink tea on the veranda, and grandchildren next.
She hugged him and gently said "dad" and everything is so friendly around, everything is so well.
And the young hand took Luda completely by the hand, went into the field, where chamomiles and buttercups.
The ambulance will find Stepan only in the morning, but the eternal became that dream. He will not be dispersed.
We all lack humanity, we live a minute, forgetting about eternity.
Alien to each other, darling souls, no one who needs unnecessary in the world.
We all lack humanity, we live a minute, forgetting about eternity.
Alien to each other, darling souls, no one who needs unnecessary in the world.
In the same february, - then I translated, Aunt Tamara
In March, spends on loaf of bread and says about the rent.
Father does not pay alimony of a little naew
Well, her mother will appear here about the day for the day.
The sky trembles and creak window shutters, I would live and put you on your feet.
Candles are burning in the temple for the rest of his brother Tamara, she is already one foot with him.
The night before the icon, you "save and save", because she is still a child who has not seen families.
We are exactly 7 in the kindergarten to her, still in the village council, a little hope of a little light on the matinee.
Grandmother and granddaughter on the crisp snow by the handle. It is necessary, the lubrication was saved that she tormented all night.
On the way back something crushed in the chest, the head is circling, the heart knocking slows.
Holding his left hand for Palcol, passing by did not understand what was happening here,
Straight injection in the heart, in the bed who arrived soon, soon she will meet with Kings. She will not be so painful.
We all lack humanity, we live a minute, forgetting about eternity.
Alien to each other, darling souls, no one who needs unnecessary in the world.
We all lack humanity, we live a minute, forgetting about eternity.
Alien to each other, darling souls, no one who needs unnecessary in the world.