The President closed the post in Vologda.
There's one phone in the whole city.
On the big doors of the clinic
Boards are stuck in the fifties.

From the open windows of the hotel
The birthday girl screams.
In the shops near the station
Run by the Turks with the Vietnamese.

The traffic light hasn't worked for a while.
On him gloves clap.
Passing horse and cart.
The machine gun is under the birch.

Whether festive, or everyday,
I made my way between them.
Antifreeze, tangerine
The lantern was green and crimson.

Behind a stencil of cloudy glass
Smiles turned into commas,
Motion in complex motion simple,
And dissolve the silhouette of the table.

Flashed meteors fists.
Without them, bayonets were not having a pack.
The situation is complicated, the exercise is simple.
And the sailors ribbons fluttered.

Shoes clacking on the parquet,
Stories fifth, fourth, sixth,
Plates full, then empty again,
And phones hidden calls.

My cat is a manual Pithecanthropus,
My cat is like a pterodactyl,
Alien, ecilop,
But he's my friend and a bully.

My cat doesn't believe in miracles,
Tries to stay sideways,
Youth hides the moustache.
And pulls the notes accidentally.

Why try to explain
The artist's stream of consciousness?
We fail to grasp this thread,
Don't guess the random shot.

When emotion stings
Syrup of burning excitement.
When the mermaid swims
In front of the showcase body painting.

When you laugh, yawn, nod
Will disperse flour, boredom, drama.
Break through to the sea stream
From the Urals to the Volga river via Kama.

Between the trees wild moans.
Are they vultures or crows?
Or other hungry birds
Will be over the forest, bawling, to spin?

Eniki-Beniki, video training.
Forests of dense shillings-pfenings.
Waiting for that once uhnet owl.
Boring without numbers, cuckoo is right.

Spit on everything and buy an Airbus.
To fly low, causing the globe.
To hear how the lilies of the valley are drinking CO2.
Dream about Earthlings at home grass.

Judges are shortsighted now.
After all, the measure of all sounds.
There's no scarier punishment,
Than dead silence.

There is no worse crime,
Than monotonous singing.
There's metal in the voice –
Means more adult became.

Hear the buzz of the drill –
So in the apartment the cracks.
The intercom is ringing –
In the house of a possible shakedown.

Boards creak in the floor –
Nerves are jangling.
The spoon clinked in the saucer –
Everyone's laughing at you.

Why is it so narrowed pupils?
Why are your eyelids so black?
For what such black socks
So visible on the pale blue body?

What nekoshenom steppes
Dragged these tops?
Whose feet walked on the stones?
And in what stream were you looking for the bottom?

He wore thorns and turnips.
Who told you to walk in the woods?
There were not enough ants in the house.
With your pants on the floor climbed.

Put on some warm socks,
Drink cocoa and turn on the computer.
On the Internet for people like you
I write very much any turbidity.

When someone hit me in the face
And was told that I have to drink,
I understand that it is impossible
Healthy loving home.

Well, how to love the Motherland
And soak up her spirit,
When they give you an enema,
And pour ***** in your ear?

What can be sympathy
And nostalgic dreams,
When the same friends
How are you drunk at lunch?