With the dawn, vzvalennym behind…

With the dawn, vzvalennym behind,
Let a basket of dirty laundry,
If I go out on the river sleepy
Coast shall be rented.
Portomoynye hands swell in the mists,
For sineniem glass frozen burn,
Like children chulochek, cat's mouth in the kitchen
Squeezes the cloth mouse;
And from the mouth wrung cloth
Blood dripping ripe black rain on the floor,
With a bitter morning in the teeth grab her cat,
And a lump that morning for the cupboard;
But this tiny chulochek
Of all the pre-dawn node!
Brother, I know, that will ooze out of the night,
If you squeeze all the rest of the cloud stuff.

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