I.Snegova. Сreation of the world.

Do not sleep late. Come at once.

On the first tram. Since the first bird's phrase.

Get up earlier. Drink coffee strong.

Engage with the sun masonry, stucco,

Molding, paint - the creation of the world

Get up earlier. Stuffy or damp

Frost il heat - get up. Cause a lot!

Operate. Enthusiastically and rigorously.

Day and night. All day long. He is not eternal.

Operate. Friends leave the party.

Leave the evening star and the blizzard

What do you want - il boredom fun ...

But if the day was difficult, and doubts

Threw you like a ball in the arena,

And the failures fell maliciously,

Flickering, like in the film footage

And the evening did not bring changes -

Go to bed. Early fail.

Go to bed. Want to book? Alright.

Alien life? After all, that's it awkwardly.

Go to bed. Cost. In fact.

I ask, that near is not noisy.

At the door posts. Right here. Her.

Sh-sh! Complete. Sleep. Morning is wiser.

Get up earlier. Immediately rising.

For the creation of the world are!

What caught the princes? Wait a minute ...

They are the same for us - a very big fish!

So make a solid rod,

With the hook pozaboristey,

To be able to

To catch the most decent individuals

Juices poured by self-importance,

Exceedingly wealthy, not Snuffles,

From the castle high-rise,

Familial bucks laden,

And with the face of a person marked by intelligence,

Courageous, passionate, ever-loving

In a single fish nimble woman.

We tackle weave of silk and beads,

Bait - a portrait of a nude or porn

but as the lake - whipped with a mixer

Products Wine and Brandy liqueur.

And after the process of taking out of gear

This brush you can drink a shy,

Allure is not a maniac - attention!

A Prince, a decent sort of woman!

Pot of gold

Old furniture, old curtains

Old Mountain cookware old

Whispered a voice creaking with age:

"The money grab under the old mattress!

Pot of gold buy the new shiny.

Let the expensive but real! "

Jam

Who writes poems about the jam,

He cooks and seem to believe

What is the creation of a sweet

Will allow all return again,

And it will be than in the winter blizzard

In the squalid and cramped hruschevka

With her lover in bed

Drop from the spoon to his chest.

A husband is in the output early in the morning

In the drift path drills

So hateful to the bank again

Bring home from the pit.

And hiding their suspicions,

In the trunk carved out a place

Groaning, loads the jam

And sullen smokes on the way.

PS Hruschevka - five-story apartment building in the USSR (now Russia)

A time as a chain of neurons in the brain

I know that a time is tensile:

It depends on

What kind of content

You fill it.

Counting in mind

Come away a pencils!

No tiles, no pens, no pieces of chalk.

Counting in our mind! We make this case

Only the power of the mind and soul.

The numbers come together somewhere in the darkness,

And our eyes begin to glow,

And only a circle of intelligent persons

Because we are counting in our mind.

What a pity

What a pity that I do not regret today

What a pity it was yesterday ...