With beauty making a connection…

With beauty making a connection,
along the walls of the prison, where he spent three years,
fly to taxi, splashing mud,
with a bottle in the net - that's it, freedom!

Tickles the nostrils Nevsky Breeze.
The fate of the native consciousness is not Eating.
Brother! Only compatriot can
ocharovane comprehend these lines!..


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