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< Leah Altukhova



He smokes in the kitchen, squeeze the mouthpiece
Cold thin nervous fingers.
She ran away, wanted to stay,
But these can be 20 pieces.

He silently inhales the smoke lavender,
I put on the table a jar of honey and tea,
We were both sick very rare sadness,
Which therefore can be possessed.

He read me the last sonnet.
I know he still dreams that the muse.
Perhaps we had a good impression Union,
But only known each other for a hundred years.

And each in his own way here alone,
And looking for a warm winter night in a vacuum ...
But me he does not want a single drop,
I read it a long time between the lines.

He did not get along in the sad eyes.
I avert my eyes, he is dear to me, but still
We unbearably corny like
In such dissimilar love knots.

And someone from the family will whisper: why
? This would make a beautiful couple ...
Taxi rides ... That glow lights ...
I'm leaving the night ... I do not write it.