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Taxi operators have agreed, and put the same
waiting for a response on liniyah- "Tenderness" sensitive Debussy.
The guy looks in the eye, smiling slightly, and he knows it seems,
I listen, because, as he calls a taxi for an hour.

A wet guests of the city, and do not know the route,
stops of buses, trolley buses, with 3 not-ji
Internet crowd under the peak exchanging currency,
could not of such a fierce bad weather even imagine.

And taxi drivers cut in black Rates mercilessly multiplying.
Instantly ballet flats on a bone, like a leaky boat went to the bottom,
umbrella, alas, does not help, and I'm ready to pay more,
only there was someone would limit shivering minutes to milliseconds.

And over the theatricality - ragged sky, as if the smell of zinc,
and trembling, gryaznoseroyu five fingers into a fist gripping theater.
Today I'm on the Austro-Hungarian cobblestones themselves
a Ukrainian I feel from the toe to the top and on, God, let it be so ...

Once again, the earth absorbs the sky flows, their swallowing, not time,
and powerful jets, washing away the dust from the architecture and flow in the Prut.
Half an hour ... and the city - washed and sunny, fresh live, sparkles,
and I was late getting there, where everything is still waiting for fervently ...