servants on strike. disdaining
Garbage dusty and dim,
Shiga night to disdain
Through the fence on the muscles.
Potter in the Elms, falling,
could not resist, with trees,
jump: for ogradoû
North misdeeds sereet.
And suddenly – of the gardens, Where's your
Only slept eye, of nice
Your soul darkness, – roach
Whistle spilling fished.
policeman clamped
The fist, he pulls the gills,
and throat, and eye, ago,
In fish, naiskosi zadrannym!
trembling silver
shrill pea,
as the morning, bodryashte wet,
Star over the fence transferred.
And there, which dims the east
Čahotkoû year-old Tivoli,
Lying dead whistle,
The dust agonicheskoy drag.
