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I want, that the snow did
not crunch
in me under the feet
That terrible frost did not ruin
My poor body
Which would sing, it flowered, it grew prettier
That verse.as here these,
37 degrees are lower than zero
Brother only said to me
I moved into the forest
in this terrible frost
Only now to me it is intelligible
the sense of those wishes.
That the snow did not crunch
in me under the feet.
I choked in itself chustvo of cold.
My pink tender lungs!
Frost flowed in them as mercury.
The overturned branches froze.
I want to run, it is light by body,
to bathe in cover of fresh
snowflakes.
The previous peace pushed by
foot
My snow-covered island rocked
winter forest, 37 degrees is
lower than zero.
Wolves. Will not begin to tear me wolves?
Laughing it asked in sister.
Gray wolves. Terrible squeak on the
path in the scaffolding.
4 never I will hear the step of tender
paws.
Wolves are fast, motions are rapid.
My body. Which would sing.
It flowered. It grew prettier.
Are such pozhelan'ya. Vital necessity.
Where that disappeared pieces of ice
in the angles of eyes.
That that as the interlaced branches of birch.
Fastenings. She will sleep. We with it is
expected spring.
Two sisters. Two creation of
tender.
4 with cold no longer I fight.
Two sisters - this is sign.
Our ways here disperse.
Two sisters. Two birches.
Two enormous stems.
Two Nagant revolvers and friend-
guitar.
You, che, do not remember, nakh?!
I on the terrible frost had its kind of wish. Borzel. It were
thrown out from the cottage and postrekotal
along lesochka of liquid pine trees.
Swamp. Dwarfish forest.
Flames on the railroad.
Sky in the stars.
4-A-A- A of nee-e xa- A -acuuuu boleyeye to freeze.
It solved and stood still. It convinced itself.
To the ides, but I do not
freeze with the distrust.
Sadly I think, to me for the
checking that now,
to undress and into the cover of fresh snowflakes to sigat'?
And here body I want such,
that b now cold in itself
did not despondently choke,
but that b snow did not crunch
in me under the feet,
and not to wrinkle, not to leave it is trace
on the not touched virgin snow.
That b is Volkov not to fear.
Body only became numb.
The fixed branches of birches braided.
The cries of heifers to me behave in a queer way themselves eternally. And now here.
Here, that pret, here for which my body.
That the body wanted.
What the body - had.
That b had all that which wanted.
Then it is possible yeshche to live.
Otherwise. Pain, to
blyat' - zayebala.
Which not there was pain. Well by such, frank.
That the pain was to the limit.
Pain is necessary, that b sang,
As string next to the bone.
Wave let go.
More easily to live. To be examined, to think, to fit.
What I do want?
I sit house, in the
heat, cold is not terrible.
I should want with it to fight.
Fate is such, that cold in the house thus far.
I want cartilaginous fish, wine
I fill relative.
After opening refrigerator, I accomplish the selection
in favor of still neotvedannoy.
Its ambassador. Salted
mamanya.
This who that purchased. Can the
brother, who fish does not love?
I do not have money.
Cartilaginous fish piece, 4 that, I will be sorry to brother, mamane, when there will be mandrels? To friend?
House is not eternal. Cold
will arrive.
But thus far, why that it is calm.
4 with the doubt he thought about the rams.
Friction is meat against the meat.
Iskussno, is beautiful and for long.
Everything flows. This - the
first.
Need. It got tired.
I are not necessary greedy body.
Heifers will be any - it quieted
themselves.
I want to sleep. To podrochu I will make this.
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