Rushing outside the window the night,
Well, that gray house, came, I think
And if you're not here, I won't frown -      
In "Magnet" for cognac and goodbye life 

I'll disappear into the gloomy kitchen.
And in a drunken binge.
I'll remember the spring and the crazy days
And late moonlit walks

On the stairs, eyes haughty,
That looks to Shine?  Wanted-get
Fire in your eyes and copper pipes,
And somewhere behind the wall that the first rays  

In the stairwell, silence and the only woman
In some unthinkable negligee
"What skirts shake, let's get married»  -
I blurted out in a fit of temper on the third floor.

25. 06. Two thousand eighteen

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I just them and decided to share them with you.