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< Irina Rypka
g.Nizhneudinsk



Yesterday was the wind came - knocking,
twisted aspen hundred hands.
On the bench - no drunks, no old women.
All dispersed. The wind tore apart
left on the balcony of the sheet;
she resisted as best she could.
Above the town deepened menacing darkness,
but somewhere in front of the island began to dawn!
And the sheets we unexpectedly saved -
swollen, as if the most durable sail!
And the house floated as zhёltenky Icarus,
and a vase on the edge of the table
I rolled and rattled the spoon.
and the boy laughed at neighbors, -
Hooray! We go, we have somewhere to go!
As bumps and small paths!
And in the hole - wham! And in the hill - uhh!
And anchor blossomed lush foliage,
and just affect the cost Poplar,
as immediately knocked to the ground fluff.