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Sometimes in captivity, sometimes remember Its ancient, looking, looking, To boast that I still lived, I told God once praised! Keep looking... God would have wanted To remember something! Yes, that's natknuvshis On so bad that it fell asleep God does not malusis!.. So, I had a dream... Pig asleep, usual, be And sleep prioritise... like the edge of the grave I herd sheep, and I'm still young; Look grave if turned And it turns out like a Cossack, Already kavousi yourself, Neborak, Yes me... I asked Puppy languages under the fence— a common, small, And paralegals. That takes me As if on hands and carries to the grave A black hole even worse than was revealed. Looking in the grave all the Cossacks: Some headless, without hands, And who is on his knees like otati; Lie yourself guys, like in a warm house. "Look, darling, here Cossacks (As I said), Ukraine High grave. Look, babe, All those graves, all the same. Filled with our noble dead, Stuffed tight. Here will be asleep. Lay it nicely, lay it together With us, Cossacks! See is — Like covered!.. Here the master is not, However, we all will live! However, we all will lay down, We all stand up, and God knows When will that be. Look, child! And well see, and I'll tell you That our Ukraine was killed, That and I between them lie in the grave. You people will tell how you grow up, son Listen well, child." And then the lambs Had in the rye, Lanovoy runs Well, beats me — and though, damn, Svetina peels off... And it still hurts Like a dream you'll remember. But as I will remind Cossack in the grave, and still don't know It is true, was, Mar any. I the Cossack Told me that... |
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