Which has a beginning but no end. The simplest geometric shapes: point, straight line, segment, ray, broken line. vertex C and vertex D are adjacent

Life has a beginning, but ... no ... an end ...

I'll look at the very bottom,

but there is no sun on the bottom,

no sun, no ray ...

I'll eat it, yes, a cucumber ...

And the soul lies, yes - on a silver platter

with blue, oh, yes, a border ...

Only no one needs

my lonely darling ...

I am almost forgotten and abandoned

tears are rolling like peas,

and spring outside the windows is viscous,

you, spring, have already tortured me.

And the streams lie frozen in the snow,

and from this - as if I am bitter,

and the chilly sun is crying in the window,

wrapped in rag clouds.

Do not frighten me with cold winds, -

anyway, we were always friends,

if I don't die, I will fill my chest with the wind:

this cold wind blows out sadness.

Everything is not forgotten, not abandoned,

peas rolled in the corners ...

Oh, I'm tired, brothers, yes, - rub my eyes ...

And what's the point, yes, - all looking back ...

Everything vanished into vanity

we are all careful in life,

not thinking about the cross ...

not having time to see the lie

from unreasonableness and falsehood,

clutching his last penny ...

Naivety with meanness and lies

they live in me without regret ...

The soul is silent, but ... I feel a burning sensation

The day will come - winter and it will be ...

A sad city ... Warmed by eternity -

life is waiting, though ... empty to the limit ...

and we are all waiting for the promised summer ...

It will come, of course, but ... then ...

someday - it will warm, if it can ...

It's great that I'm familiar with life!

She looks like my mother!

I wasn't, I haven't been for a long time

with him alone ... he just went out

and ... left, and I was in vain

was waiting for him ... Such a measure ...

It's dangerous to live alone

although, of course, I'm not the first ...

Alone, of course

there is something almost beyond the bounds ...

It is neither heads nor tails ...

it's just waiting ...

Spring is still insanely far away:

february wheezes in the shafts of the clear night,

for three months they laugh at the irradiation,

grabbing spring zealously by the sides ...

A shard of the moon still shines,

but don't catch the rest of the night by the tail,

although we are always true to each other

among the insanely passionate dots ...

I will accidentally feel the spring

when still February looms in the snow

and in the winter sky the moon ball jumps,

and I won't sleep again today ...

And there is no spring, alas, yet,

although winter is already ending its day ...

Spring is still insanely far away

throbbing under the snow-white skin ...

Winter ... Sad and ... dark ...

In a space closed and cold,

like clouds, - smoke rings

float through the frozen window ...

As if eternity froze

in century-old floorboards ...

I'm pinned to this eternity:

life, like a room, is small ...

Winter ... And in the sticky silence

mother-in-law does not stop grumbling ...

It’s probably easier to live with a grunt

as in an abandoned churchyard:

rains wash bones ...

They are uncomplainingly sinful ...

Winter ... cold and angry,

And in the mirror is no longer a boy ...

Alas, there was no luck here either ...

And the room is dark again ...

In a space closed and cold

my soul is like a ring of smoke -

floats through the frozen window.

In February - on the eve of a crazy night

the snow did not melt under your window

and traces of ridiculous dots

measured the metronome on duty ...

There would be a sense in the smooth running of everyday life ...

but don't hide your eyes anywhere:

even pain is desperately open,

and you can't lie to yourself ...

Outside the window, the moon rocks the spring

and February burns in the wind ...

and the lemon melts in a cup of tea,

like night, with sourness - in the morning ...

The snow melts - empty tears:

goodbye to spring with winter.

There is no forgiveness for promises -

not poetry, but prose ...

We need no regrets

in the impossibility of frost.

The snow has melted. Tears melt -

partners in doubt.

In the cold, cold summer clouds

crawling into the windows, squeezing into the soul,

and it seems - the day flies off the coils,

cutting into the night like a blade ...

slicing through the flesh of space on the fly,

and time gets cold in the interval of a day,

how the tea, brewed so cool, freezes,

what divides life into this and ... that ...

Grunting into dust pushes the conversation

and we are silent more and more often - there is no reason ...

and we all walk in a circle, as if in a zone,

carrying, alas, absolutely nonsense ...

No one hears - even in the void

and there is no goodbye as well as a meeting,

and you are waiting for something, only there is nothing to think with ...

they are mediocre, and we ... are not the same ...

what seems to be silence

the merry country has gone mad.

In shards of drunken glass

the faces of poets were grimacing,

life seemed to flow in them

and not about that, and not about that:

she is spirit in colored glass

bifurcated and circled,

spilling foam fluff

and loosening the veins into threads ...

And in this pool of worlds

the soul was drowning overnight ...

i was sick and healthy,

although it was not a whole, but a part ...

And life circled and attracted

into limits unknown to me,

she was and was not,

even sang songs in my ear ...

I have been waiting for almost a hundred years:

floorboards creak godlessly ...

and the shadow on the desk -

what makes the heart beat ...

It's just - it's cold ...

It seems - forever ...

I will not get warm with the Belomorkanal ...

Life was and ... suddenly it was gone ...

On the face - no benefit or harm.

It's just - it's cold ...

It looks like - from the inside ...

You can't even warm your soul with vodka ...

Life became a short rope -

As if someone had accidentally cut her hair ...

It's just - it's cold ...

There is almost no nightlessness ...

and the air is a little bit bitter

The moon in the window and in silence

spring drips cute ...

And only I have no one to drink with ...

at least some tea ... Gloomy ... cold ...

An occasional joyous impulse -

start a feast of the game

seethe in desperate struggle

be an enemy to yourself,

and a friend if someone is from above

will throw a message out the window:

To live even at night is destined

An asterisk flew ... - About something

someone's soul is upset -

a lonely, pitiful dog,

who has no shisha in her life,

there is not even a simple doghouse,

where would she while away her days ...,

and not that - even just as a joke -

to become that star at the moment of falling ...

You fool, Kolenka:

was and ... you will be - naked ...

You do not understand, dear:

it's better to be a pleaser

keep silent, but a rag

hide so that

in a circle to be tested ...

Well, if - I did not believe,

here, and came out ... - Kolenka,

as if in a bath - naked.

We will fly away with you like birds -

to the warmth, beyond the blue seas:

say goodbye to the pink fog,

tearing off a sheet of calendar ...

And wash away the waves of the ocean

footsteps tangled traces,

and the clouds in the fog will sink

against the background of pink water ...,

and - to spite everyone: to the sound of the surf

glide along the tip of the dawn

and sometimes it will seem

that we soar above the waves ...

We will leave at the end of the earth

everything that came true and did not come true -

on dark specks of thawed patches, -

and my soul - wet through and through ...

I sit like smart - in a poncho -

under the lazy southern sun:

you don't need to think about anything,

as if he had already finished his life ...

And there are spots in the sun again

the sea is gray with laziness

and logs hiss in the fire,

muttering, alas, - indistinctly,

the waves squelch wearily, -

it's easier to rush and ... stay, -

so they do not like to say goodbye:

life is never enough.

Sing, my guitar, louder, -

the season is not a hindrance ...

I would sit in the rays of success

only all the same, brothers, - in ... poncho.

I will squeeze a penny in my fist:

there was no happiness and no ...

Pour me a glass,

so that the light would be white,

so that in sunsets and sunrises

there was no silence,

to live as a poet

and dig yourself to the bottom,

to tear yourself apart

but don't rip out the heart suddenly,

so that there is still happiness

so that there is an enemy and a friend,

to wait and wait,

to believe and forgive,

to live openly, brothers,

only stupidity not to let go.

Put me in forget-me-nots,

so as not to forget in them until dawn,

that summer is not over yet

and until autumn the whole day;

to drink all my life without a trace,

so that the sun shines on the bottom,

so that the soul does not grumble, but sings,

to live and not speculate.

Everything is strange: empty nights,

days without peace and warmth,

day - as if by the way,

and love is insanely evil,

and in a glass without residue

dreams dissolve ...

As the soul is greedy for vodka -

we drink vodka both me and you,

only me without stopping,

outside the law, outside the reasons;

sober I'm almost meek,

drunk is the first of the men;

out of arc dry throat,

always wet it

better not with water, but with vodka,

so there is no shame

for the offended happiness,

for your eyes in tears

so that I can always steal

your and your eternal fear ...

I'm almost tired of being angry

torn to pieces from melancholy ...

Well, see you at the churchyard.

I drink the last days.

Everything is strange: empty nights,

days without peace and warmth ...

and the soul between the lines

did not breathe, but lived.

Almost tired of being alone:

glad to meet an old enemy,

and for three I want to drink so much,

just as I do not want losses ...

Oh, if I could survive in this life

had enough courage and strength ...

but it pulls into the soul to shoot,

so that Someone let go of the soul.

At a forgotten station

shrewd gypsy

i decided to live to the pain

before - in the soul of the last colic,

before - tired knees,

until - the end of overcoming,

before - an almost bottomless night,

before - almost - by the way,

to - residual in the vessel,

before - it won't be at all,

before - the farewell bell,

before - the last sip ...

It's not a shame to fly in the clouds

it's just insulting to death:

what they wanted - did not have ...

How tired of everyday life! ..

And at the distant station

maybe an old gypsy

have guessed to live differently?

What does it mean, brothers? ..

Far beyond the blue sky

infinity of being,

and in snowy Russia

it's just you and me in the house,

clung to friend to friend -

and cozy and warm -

i'm a friend, and you are a friend, -

so lucky in life.

And the wind is knocking on the window:

apparently he wants

to be in this world,

like us, not alone.

Such a northern sea

that the south is desperately far

and a day in an inconceivable minor, -

major in the north is not for the future.

But the sweaty guitar

sings about summer ... I would

and then they would sing for a couple,

but I am alone: \u200b\u200bI sing out of time ...

And somewhere the sky is sinking into the sea

and the sun hides in the sand ...

And you and I are again in minor -

as if we are serving time.

I will return almost forgotten

broken word and rumor,

impossible dirty life, -

but with a cheerful head.

And again my guitar

will sound quietly suddenly ...

We are a couple and not a couple,

because she is both an enemy and a friend.

I'm a little afraid of her

and love without fuss.

These strings are strings to God, -

i and you understand.

Sounds shrouded in mystery

as, probably, and poetry ...

Can't be forgotten

if there are still sins.

Footprints in the freshly fallen snow

as always, mindlessly frank.

And I probably can again

to break your destiny through the knee.

I forgive myself all the old sins

i'll start sinning again and again from the beginning,

and they will sing verses in my soul,

as if she had been silent until now.

And in the wind, - desperately light, -

the last leaves will fly from the birches,

welcoming the birth of the string

and life, and poetry ... No point.

The fire does not burn in the furnace

and the bed does not warm,

and my heart is beating -

as if outside the door.

For days, days

fly by -

oh, moth days:

summer, spring, winter ...

Only stupid moon

haunted:

irrepressible and crazy -

do not reach with your hand ...

So I toil until dawn -

the owl itself is an owl ...

something is burning in my soul -

there will be no peace ...

A shard of the moon shines ...

I'll forgive the rest of the night again:

we are always true to each other

among the weighty dots.

And there was night, and there was no winter:

licked the fog lazily on the roof

and along the road, alas, we were not,

and you could hear something that you couldn't hear ...

mountains hung in the abyss of silence,

there were so many mega in the mini space ...

and a sense of exhausted guilt

stuck out furtively from under the snow.

A spoon rattles in a glass

the moon sways in the window

the floor always trembles in the car,

how everything is trembling in my country ...

And I'm the second on the shelf

i lie shaking to the beat

and life seems like a game to me

in which everything is completely different ...

But the spoon still rattles

in a glass, apparently, for a reason:

it's all good to live in the world,

and even - from scratch.

A white bird outside my window

a black bird flew into the house ...

as if the shadow of fate loomed,

as if she marked the earthly path.

Something cold in my chest, something cold

as if this life has already been drunk to the bottom,

as if it was and flew up like a white bird,

to bury herself somewhere on the ground.

Do not forgive me if something goes wrong:

if you knew who your friend was, if you knew who your enemy was ...

do not grumble in your soul, - better speak up:

do not guess for death, - guess for life.

I didn't have time, I didn't have time, - the strings are torn ...

white birds have long been gone - only crows;

in the haze of memory, not meetings, but goodbyes, -

promises fly away like a cobweb ...

The night clicks and I get up

and having pierced my eyes, I see:

month in the window shameless

perched on the edge

and winks - they say,

move your brains, buddy:

the lines don't come by themselves ...

and shamelessly - go to the table,

and to the table lamp ... I lie ...

and there was no Luminary,

just something rolled over, -

apparently, brothers, it's not good ...

Spring snow a strip of dirty gray

absorbed all the confusion of winter,

and the waves of the Ladoga skerries wrinkle

under the borrowed summer sun;

and the crazy wind tears the sail apart,

and the seagull cuts the sky in half

but the boat, restlessly tired,

goes inexorably straight to us.

On the wharf where meetings are lonely

where there is no reason to be angry and suffer, -

we just wait at the appointed time

those who know how to wait in this life ...

In the palm of your hand the line

yes not very long:

not a river, but a trickle, -

the path is neither close nor far,

the trace is lost in the field, -

like it was, but now it is not, -

covered with snow

my path is brittle ...

Don't wait for me, don't wait -

will wash away the spring rains

all footprints

this dark night.

Eh you my line

why isn't it very long?

The handle is not a river:

little string ... ..

There is no winter yet:

autumn sums up slush ...

we will be with you too

slightly crazy ...

Return? .. Where? ..

In the summer? .. Autumn is still closer:

even the wind licks the soul,

a star falls from the sky ...

the night shines in my window

reflecting the glare of happiness ...

I should be at least a part

happiness from outside ...

Hush, hush, - speak hush ...

whoever needs it will hear

if only yes to God in the ears, -

if you don't want to, don't listen.

It was, it was - only with the cold wind

flew away - the heart ached

from an unknown alarm -

short road.

It was summer, only autumn somewhere

waiting, waiting, but no answer ...

and the line is relentless

flies by.

Hush, hush, speak more quietly:

it is our souls that breathe ...

We wouldn't be lonely to live

until the deadline.

Bless me sorrow ...

I waited for weariness in response

i didn't even notice to my question,

that I'm not sorry for the silence.

And I am silent and you are silent

seconds of fake castanets

measure life, - at the same time,

scaring away time only ...

And I, risking, ahead

running in a confused space

behind the wind of irrepressible wanderings ...

I am tempered by good and by evil ...

And should I be perplexed? ...

And should I lie without regret? ...

And should I live together with a shadow? ...

And should I call everyone for help? ...

Bless me sorrow ...

Was my music? ..

They did not wait and did not believe ...

And I am a prisoner on duty -

i resigned myself to losses ...

and cried, not knowing tears,

drowned in the abyss of memory

and the heart is not harmless

did not start the pendulum ...

and the sounds are belated

tingled for eternity ...

and then - love shalo

in windings of transience ...

Was my music? ..

I don't know ... I'm waiting for the libertine ...

I live as a prisoner on duty

and I think it will come true ...

ran like a thunderstorm along the edge of dawn ...

but as if I never met anyone,

and only the eagle soared in the skies ...

Was it? .. I'll start all over again ...

and somewhere I will rise, and somewhere I will freeze,

and somewhere, sadly, I will push off from the pier,

forgetting the inevitable lifebuoy ...

It wouldn't be like that, but ... it seems it was:

a cold wind rocked parting ...

but a sliver of hope nailed to the shore,

how the carelessness of the beginning began ...

What was that? .. As if the wind

foliage fell asleep almost half the ground ...

and I never met you on Earth ...

Probably, the wind ... made me angry ...

A city in which everything is torn to pieces

waiting for hundreds of years of frank happiness,

waits and does not believe ... But how can you believe,

if there are continuous losses for centuries,

if everything is confused, but inevitable,

if not here, here, but still between,

if in the eyes of the inescapable sadness,

if not everyone has shouted yet,

if the grumbling does not see the limit,

if not the case, but only half the battle ...

If happiness is born in madness,

it means that you always have to tear yourself apart ...

No, not north, no, not north ...

The North is near Moscow ...

And in the far North

The North is aligned with our life:

he is faithful to a forgotten honor,

he is faithful - an open door ...

He still believes in love! ...

It is simple ... on the neck ... a cross ...

I walked a long way along the road ...

apparently my legs are tired ...

my heart screamed at night:

to be the end, not the beginning ...

Hope on the back

we wander, yes, all along the hills,

over bumps, yes, over bumps,

by leaps and bounds, but all by night ...

It's not out of malice that fate is ...

won't tell, even though he knows ...

and the soul, tired of God,

suddenly cry on the doorstep ...

Why did my chest hurt?

Apparently I didn't finish the song ...

and the soul in the night cried:

not the end to be, but ... the beginning!

Birds go south, south

through the Arctic Circle ...

The north wind will take you by surprise:

he is their king, he and God ...

It is worth closing your eyes -

the station is humming again ...

and it is impossible - even screaming, -

tame the north ...

either summer or winter,

or she just went crazy ...

Birds go south, south

through the Arctic Circle ...

Even in the torn apart of being

we can live - you and me ...

Space thread breaks:

i want to howl like a wolf ...

Be on Earth not a single soul, -

the north cannot be deprived of the soul ...

And I look out the window - and I can't believe:

either summer or winter,

either the Earth is standing, or it is spinning,

whether I myself have lost my mind ...

Birds go south, south

through the Arctic Circle ...

White snows sweep and sweep:

the north is always in charge ...

An old friend will dream:

lo and behold, the circle will close ...

friendship knows no good reasons

in the northern night melt ...

And I look out the window - and I can't believe:

either summer or winter,

either the Earth is standing, or it is spinning,

whether we are all crazy ...

On a leaf in the autumn

i'm flying - completely absent-minded

and thoughtlessly frank

as if in love again ...

as if the keeper of the secret

was just extreme today,

yes, and I am some kind of wanderer -

from the worlds of some ... clone ...

I sleep, but I seem to hear something:

as if someone is breathing nearby:

maybe this someone is from above ...

extremely sweet dream ...

Only the wind behind your back

only my heart aches ...

know ... I'm getting to know my wife

and again ... in love with her !!!

I will dissolve into the smile of summer

and drown in the blue sea

a large silver coin -

for the whole huge country !!!

And the waves will lick the shadow wearily

and the sea will sob after me,

as if life stole again

a ticket issued for eternity ...

And I will leave ... or leave

where you can take your time,

where summer can be ... on Wednesdays,

but all the same - soul shelter !!!

We went through ours, or maybe not ours ...

not an easy way from meeting to parting ...

You assign a camp number in advance

without fuss - just in case ...

Live ... Pray ... even if it doesn't help:

star and cross merged in the heat of profit,

and they prefer night to day,

and we live, although we are no longer alive ...

We are sad for the past, and the past again

whips up the thick dust with boots,

and on the lips - a wax seal,

and the cross still seems to be in the window frame ....

and light is pouring, but ... it's cold to the soul:

in the words of the leaders - contempt for the people,

and it is heard stubbornly: zashy mouth ...

and a year's life in Russia is two years ...

For us to die, growing into silence ...

They live in a regime of "rubbing their hands" ...

I went to the world - I came to the war ...

And I will not take the hope of bail ...

In the mystery of the day, awkward hints ...

I fly without noticing emptiness ...

The lines rush after me without getting tired

without periods, dots, commas ...

Cutting through everyday life with a desperate movement

in an attempt to live for no known reason,

i see only someone's reflection

which does not speak, is silent ...

But even in silence there is a space of miracle:

fate wheezes in a desperate dash ...

and it would certainly not be bad -

explode in an unexpected line.

And my fingers wanted to live so much

in a space of trembling and anxiety

and ... don't value the silence,

and be on the threshold of madness,

be afraid, but ... take off and ... down

fall from the top to stones,

and disappear into space as a shadow ...

not in the crunch of time - snake -

slide easily, naturally,

and ... to go to the trouble without sense

in a narrow space, but ... bottomless ...

Ah, this strange love -

live in this terrible whirlwind! ..

And the fingers are looking again and again

cure for sudden death ...

Nobody knew the way from home ...

and I didn't know ... the time has come

go away dear stranger

leave ... today ... not yesterday ...

I went where the road was ...

led and ... not at all a problem,

that I was out of step with others,

and not burning with shame ...

There is not around every bend

emptiness inevitably awaits

but also the desire for flight -

reminder of the cross ...

There day and night they embrace

and there are no dissatisfied around ...

and a black and white photograph

part of life is silent in the wind ...

There were enough tears and pain in life

but eternity in a drop of dew

brings heartbeat to colic,

putting on the scales as usual

two weights - meeting and parting

to the bowls of joys and misfortunes ...

and stretches out his hand to me

fate: there is a crumpled ticket in it ...

Of course, there is little luck here:

good luck can be deprived ...

but I really wanted to start

sin a little more ...

I stand under the sun - gloomy and cheerful:

there was no road and ... no ...

but there are melodies for songs ...

I ... tear my ticket to pieces ...

How can I touch the pain with my hands? ..

How to forget? ... Do not forget ... and do not ...

This pain is like the last fight

where is the reward to survive ...

And our life is like a black hole:

rummage in your pockets for order

but life will be bitter, not sweet,

because life in Russia and not life is a game,

in which you, of course, lost ...

and do not grumble - after all there is a mixture - vodka,

and life will be neither long nor short,

but you yourself stole from yourself

the opportunity to be and live ... Almost - fate ...

Love at least ... Maybe this is the strength?

After all, my mother forgave this homeland ...

Not a mother - this homeland is weak ...

She is silent and there is a reason for this:

her silence even hurts my ears ...

I will go out into the field to listen to her.

And in the field I don't hear a grumble, - a groan ...

Rusty autumn findings

leads to sad thoughts ...

They would be squeezed out of life,

blow out, leaving numbers,

except for the number thirteen,

and instead of inserting a zero,

to stay happy

forever ... without grief, without pain ...

But ... life will be insipid

and close with happiness in a knapsack ...

Songs will remain solace

in which it is neither shaky nor brittle,

no way - to put it bluntly

your real feelings -

which, well, is a whole range

and I want some nonsense

and longs for the secret behind the door

at the junction of silence and shouting ...

but ... just right for the finds of loss

and there is no end to disputes ...

Rusty autumn findings

suggests some thoughts ...

I look and do not breathe:

on a flower petal - a tear

hanging, shaking the body,

like on a spring

as if ... between times -

what - must fall ...

I want to lie so much that I'm not cheerful ...

Do not believe: the heart is breaking from the chest,

and the world around is incredibly small ...

and laughter, alas, does not please - it hurts ...

Everyone laughs, and sadness is so lonely

what seems to be silence

and will be heard from open windows -

the merry country has gone mad.

You are lonely ... I am lonely ...

Fatigue ... Everyday life ... Desirable meeting ...

And time ... But it does not heal,

it is like old wine:

fogs up, beckoning

somewhere in the distance - to friends, to the north ...

but ... even an old friend doesn't believe

what can meet me ...

I am torn apart by resentment

and I am angry at those who interfere with life ...

i do not believe those who forgive everyone, -

because my soul still hurts,

decaying quickly from patches,

and is torn, choking in cry,

in the eyes as if the devils are jumping ...

But I am insanely happy about life.

I don't see sadness in your eyes

a ... the joy of meeting at the junction of day and night ...

The soul is seething and also wants happiness!

So, maybe it's worth starting this day?

Here she floats - weightless ...

and in her eyes - like a pool ...

I would drown in it at dawn,

to sing songs to her at night ...

To under the lonely moon

floating past the windows

braid a braid of a wonderful night

and weave words instead of dots ...

Lips whisper ... what? .. I can't hear ...

i see - the air is crumpled slowly ...

somehow sluggishly, inconsolably -

as if life no longer breathes ...

Just passing by a mannequin

brute on his shoulder

drags life and pulls veins

those who hid behind the walls ...

Only lips whisper everlastingly:

live with mine - it will help ...

Let me live still, my God! ..

I will live - even though I clenched my teeth ...

Well, it is not written to me today:

thoughts, like chicks, are free,

looking thoughtlessly into the sky screwed

sharp spring corkscrew.

I'm a little strange to myself:

i change sadness for sadness ...

The night is almost on the brink, -

only tea helps ...

The madness of the night is at stake ...

A frantic impulse is sweet ...

Crowds of incomprehensible lines

in the circle of a closed game -

drive blood to meet fate,

closing the circle without effort ...

Parts of the body, parts of speech -

everything is at stake ...

Time trickle is almost

disappears: memory is torn,

leaving eternity with us

and duality in the night ...

And the light will shine through the window

and ... warmth will pierce the palms ...

The wind drives life in a circle:

here, and I with her at the same time.

How unblemished I am ...

to myself ... moderately vulnerable,

although I know that I am no match

to the one who keeps in memory ...

I'm waiting ... desperately, anxiously -

more madness on the fly,

but ... I feel - even subcutaneously -

involvement in the yellow leaf,

which is slow, naive

swaying in the wind

under the gaze, maybe nasty,

fit into a kind of game

into empty space

trying to signal SOS,

shakes the time of wanderings ...

into which he took me

my old friend is an opponent of the dispute

about what is eating from the inside ...

Know, time is not a support at all

for those who like to be locked up

sit and wait ... I'll die of boredom

in the space of fidelity to the mind ...

Friends reach out their hands

but for me ... it is more pleasant ... alone ...

Night howled in the chimney

the wind brought me to my knees

autumn rain - neurasthenic

tears poured over the whole country ...

and the silence rang -

ruined souls in it,

so as not to disturb my dream,

flew out of the window ...

Would fall asleep ... Rare luck

keep calm in your soul ...

Soul and at home, as in the country,

where sounds are a torment for the ears ...

where silence is the border of thin

has always been ... and every breath

so straining the membranes

ear ... Scary, - God knows ...

I'm in an acoustic trap

i've been living for a year already -

the killer Muse at gunpoint,

without taking life into account ...

Would fall asleep ... Rare luck

keep calm in your soul ...

What will I spend my life on, -

not for weary ears ...

What do I need a golden autumn for

when in the silence of the swamp

Russia does not want to hear

that I'm again, like in war ...

That they have smeared freedom

for the sake of fat "pervacha" ...

and I seem like a freak to myself

these lines are scribbled ...

And scratching the soul

again I will be silent for the umpteenth time ...

not to disturb the balance

sad and cheerful eyes ...

The thread of fate is not torn

but ... continuation ... invisible:

and the outlines are rough

and the dates fly by ...

But the cold evening outside the window

not ending anxious ...

Everything will be, only ... upside down ...

torn interclouds ...

the wind puffs out your cheeks

coldness - hoop throat ...

And spinning tired

lonely leaf

feeling of failure

life is weighty, but ... empty ...

I rustle, slowly ripening,

smashing the dirt with his heel ...

It's like a shot in my head:

life goes on and… good!

When trouble falls to the homeland, -

our confused souls will freeze:

and so you want to quietly betray ...

and not to hear your souls, and not to listen ...

And silence will cover the ringing earth,

as in the pre-dawn sleep is inexorably choking,

and I will not see from my window,

that my devoted souls fly away

into the bottomlessness of the black emptiness from the loss,

into such a distance! - can not be expressed in words ...

And only you and me stay together ...

and - meanness, sweetened with poetry ...

Winter steals inspiration ...

words are empty in the wind -

like someone's pathetic skill

always assent to the pen ...

I keep silent more and more often ... For good luck

not drunk ... the house is sadly red ...

Look at that - I'll pay again

i'm in tune with the drop of roofs ...

So you can suddenly choke

from emptiness and words and sounds,

from the failure of attempts

shake hands slowly again ...

when the best friend leaves ...

Someone north - as in the bosom,

and to me - grumpy, but ... tartly thick ...

Nobody believes that the lass

so much - both love and feelings ...

The uncertainty of answering a question

leave a trace of bewilderment in the eyes ...

There, ahead, at the end of the path ... churchyard

and ... the wind that does not matter ...

Everything was ... there is no turning back ...

Forgive me for my life in the name of life ...

And a sinful tear will sink into fiction,

and the sky will sprinkle the earth with a warm sun ...

There is not so much sun in the North ...

But ... the sky is lower - closer to God ...

On the cold sand of the universe

the distance glimmers in a ragged cloud ...

and a soul clothed with tribute,

always shakes sadness ...

And in the distance - weightlessly cozy

in the cradle of night and day

i lie like a dissolute appendage,

blaming no one for anything ...

I'll start to grumble ... Delight on the side ...

The cold evening is personally ghostly ...

Like a late cloud

Accidentally gray, told me personally:

Don't wait for love - it will come by itself ...

Deserted night and its role is changeable ...

Love is always not grief from the mind ...

She will come ... But ... now, will it heal?

I am not free to live carelessly.

I wanted to, because - I don't know,

that life is finite

and kind, not evil ...

Don't google ... The meaning of the answer is harmful ...

The naive essence will not flash

into the blind slit of the lumen,

shooting through the chest,

a, disturbed by the ringing,

rain from heaven

not loud and not monotonous,

carrying a latent cross,

and, scratching the soul,

suddenly thrust pain into my heart ...

Don't google .. Just listen to your soul ...

She will talk to you.

I will not run to the call of fate -

joints have been hurting for a long time:

hand lazily and tired

i'll wave, although ... I can still.

About the north it is impossible with coolness ...

The warmth intelligently hides under the snow

and coldness the wind blows into the sky,

but we don't even have to try

live in your cold without thought,

that the sun is not with us, but somewhere,

where not winter, but always summer

hangs like a blanket in the high sky

and covers from bad weather:

from wind, snow and blizzards ...

And in our souls ... happiness is frozen!

After all, you wanted this? ...

Today thaw inside ...

yesterday - frost ...

Do not forget to love, old man, -

in spite of the threat

live with a curtained window

and with cobwebs ...

Even though it's still dark outside

and aching back ...

But it will dawn ... warm it up, -

i'll start over ...

Where there is love, there is no death, -

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There is almost no nightlessness ...

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and the air is a little bit bitter

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The moon in the window and in silence

spring drips cute ...

And only I have no one to drink with ...

at least some tea ... Gloomy ... cold ...

An occasional joyous impulse -

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start a feast of the game

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seethe in desperate struggle

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be an enemy to yourself,

and a friend if someone is from above

will throw a message out the window:

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To live even at night is destined

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Everything vanished into vanity

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we are all careful in life,

not thinking about the cross ...

not having time to see the lie

from unreasonableness and falsehood,

clutching his last penny ...

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Naivety with meanness and lies

they live in me without regret ...

The soul is silent, but ... I feel a burning sensation

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