Teenager in yellow jacket, leaning
to fence, - or rather, to the mouth of 'singing'
Madame Gorgon, contemplates the dirt
In May his pupils shines through - for all
alienation from their thoughts unnecessary –
unyniye, What is with Perseus
I looked at, that turned into a cobblestone.
ankle, exclamations girls,
hurrying away, not enliven the look;
but lumps of yellow buttocks
ozhgla through the cold pants fence,
He straightens up and, a moment later,,
casting strands from his forehead,
rushes to the bus - even though
life behind long life behind.
cool day. raw canvas
over perekrestkom. Similar to the target
smeared yellow spot;
mobile, but foreignness dvizhenyyu.