Lieutenant Schmidt

8

“Imagine, than disgusting
Actuality, the letters smoother.
I tested it on “three Saints”,
Where the third day in custody.

For the time being I have nothing to fear,
Yes and – not ten robkoho.
Take the absurdity of what happened
Without the bitter sludge.

And as to keep me exactly nothing to,
Every now and be done with it.
Here's how to escape from thoughts, climbing
No indent for whole days?

remembered his mother, and again bezoglyadochno
Life flies by in a caravan
Hungry and rainbow
Hopes and disappointments.

Ohlyaneshsya – a complete picture of.
The more it was her hatred,
The more often thought: what to do with it? –
That and her answer serious.
Again, I in the maritime school.
ABOUT, away from here, for a minute
Sigh abominations bessilyaschey!
I look, as the intact left there.
It's there, at the bottom of militarism,
Ever forged in the heart of a child
Bathed in flour form of a woman
In the hands of fans Barkov.
Again, I'm sick of it, and plead
One, as the finger, among obscurantism,
As a boy in the eighties.
Do you remember this wilderness repression?
Do you remember, I came midshipman
To you for the summer, to bend
From re-read to the personal, –
I also predicted the death?
You had to placate his father.
His, Rear Admiral, miraculous
I left my care… At the factory
agricultural implements.
Look now to, sometimes conclusions
In the light of illusions come true
At that time nevidal,
His brother in soiled shirt”.

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