|omitkina ||Дата: Суббота, 23.01.2016, 21:17 | Сообщение # 1|
|In an abandoned manor|
Today I decided to become a magician,
The dress is embroidered with beads all new
And he wove a crown of bright leaves,
So she went to the dry stump me as to the throne,
Twigs touched the trees,
And the nature of the local woke up.
He told me the oak of the past century,
About farmstead near, man,
What is lived here and planted alleys,
According to him there were ladies like fairies,
How then drove carriages with horses,
And the chain bear sitting in the pit,
Divorce is like a trout pond.
I froze in anticipation of a miracle ...