DEAR FRIENDS, BAREFOOT GIRLS AND BOYS OF THE HAPPY CHILDHOOD OF THE SILVER AGE 20 OUR LITURGY IS DEDICATED!
A Poetic Moment of Musical 🎶 Pause in Silver Age Poetry
Criminals boy Borya
Now in the lawlessness went
What to do if a boy
The seventieth year has gone by
Everyone goes to serve in the SS guys
Pity girls do not take
They guys have to wait
And they're certainly waiting...
Oh Borya Borya I feel so bad without you
On the heart of the turmoil I say exactly
Oh Borya Borya will not tolerate a trick
It remains only to ohasya I love you so much
Dissolve in the silence of the bitch
A tear fall from your eyes
You left dear Borya
All that was behind
We would need to explain ourself
Just don't have you with me
What do I say I'm guilty of?
Glorious sweet road
Oh Borya Borya I feel so bad without you
On the heart of the turmoil I say exactly
Oh Borya Borya will not tolerate a trick
It remains only to ohasya I love you so much
What I don't know what to do with Borea
Long something there are no letters
I live so lonely
He doesn't send me his greetings.
I was so happy with him.
When I came to visit
I have to wait for it
He loved me so much.
Oh Borya Borya I feel so bad without you
On the heart of the turmoil I say exactly
Oh Borya Borya will not tolerate a trick
All that's left is to suck I love you so much 😻
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We have a bike ride and after a fitness class in the bedroom. In connection with these circumstances, a short break is announced.
We don't need plots and intrigues:
We all know about everything, about everything you give.
I, for one, am the best book in the world.
I consider the Criminal Code to be ours.
And if I'm not sleeping.
Or with a hangover there is no face on me -
I will open the Code on any page,
And I can't - I read to the end.
I did not give my comrades advice,
But I know - robbery is in their honor, -
Here's what I just read about it:
Not less than three, not more than ten.
Think about the simple lines, -
That we have novels of all times and countries! -
They have barracks, long as the terms,
Scandals, fights, cards and deception ...
A hundred years I would not see these lines! -
Behind everyone I see someone's fate, -
And I'm glad when the article is not very good:
After all, someone will be lucky!
And the heart beats with a wounded bird,
When I start Louise I flip through,
And the blood in the temples is so broken- knocking, -
Like garbage when they come to take.
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