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Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
He left without saying goodbye.
In English, but faster.
So is gone, that, running away,
Knocked the door out of the box.

Entrance door, easy come – easy go,
Quickly beat the crap out and in silence is gone.
Through the wall could also go,
From antennas could basket weave a.

Write four lines.
You want eight?
Want – in the last two lines
Paradox what decide.

You want a couple of paradoxes.
You want three theorems.
Like it or – household issues
Maybe eight or seven.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
It would be doubtful and indecent
Drive pigeons along the boulevards of the capital.
Much nicer on weekends.
To drive along the boulevards of Moscow business.

Even more noble and relevant
Chasing parrots in the living room and bedroom.
And it will be much quieter
Don't croak a hoarse crow.

Quite non-self-critical
Consider yourself a rare bird.
Bring it back, please.,
In Estonia a white stork.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Truth – this in our life that?
This category luck.
Lie two, united in one
Like, like, half-representation.

Semi-representation of the family
And the semi-secular state.
Those who long lived on Earth,
They say that the truth is drunkenness.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
The manner loudly sniff its nose,
The manner quietly respond,
Way of asking questions
And four and five.

When I turned eight,
Got rid of those manners,
Then still a teenager
And in the future engineer.

The habit of staring at ads,
The habit of doing ten things,
Late today, early tomorrow,
Once all as I wanted.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
At the writer's congress at the round table
Discussed the beautiful life over the hill.
At the parent's school meeting
Germany was discussed specifically.

In the office of the director
The Caymans and Burma were discussed.
At bus stops
Discussed port wine and pepper *****.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Sometimes a nod is enough,
Half-mast, half-turn,
Half-squats for jumping,

Nostrils half-inflated,
Half-red ears.

A half measure will be the gingerbread man,
And the half-empty top volume,
Over water semi-melting
It would be against the law.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Was after all life Hi-Fi,
Fate was deep sound.
At the word "rest"
I fell on the ground.

I lay ribs
And wiggled his elbows.
I mentally flew
And remembered all parts.

I make movies.
I don't need a script.
Shakespeare, of course, William.,
But he's a humanitarian.
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