Poetry. The suffering of a lonely person.
Kos, my gaze,
Hellish existence!
Scythe and straight, the deity looks,
Life, on fire,
Fate may not be like everyone!
How to be a white sheep, among gray grimaces.
If life passes on the bolt closed.
Alas, I will not see the white light.
Gray houses, streets, grass.
How familiar it all is to me.
The sight of monotonous life is blurred.
No joy, no sadness.
Everything is monotonously familiar.
Alas, I can't overcome it.
It's time for me to go to bed, sleep on a monotonous bed.
Farewell, my primordial god!
Maybe we'll meet again sometime,
Maybe the next day.
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I am deaf and dumb with you.
Only the heart, pounding in A minor.
Maybe it's love.
The heart is gnashing from parting.
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For the frantic me.
I am mute and deaf in conversation.
But know, with your love.
I am ready to conquer the whole world with you.
One- armed Knight
I am a one-armed knight.
I'm not afraid of skirts or a fork in the eye.
The Hero and the Spy
The hero was making a birdhouse, the children were watching him.
An American spy noticed what the Hero was doing.
American Spy – Children in Danger America will protect! He took out a pistol from under his raincoat
