Let us be good!

At the exit of the metro station. Polytechnique, almost every day, it is worth grandmother poet, 81 years old, Galina Usov, and sells books with his poems and books of famous foreign authors with their translation (Byron, Kipling, Lawson, Sir Walter Scott, etc .). Let's together help grandma and buy her book on the cost of two bottles of beer, and it is, but it can pay for communal and go to the store, sit down to write new poems are excellent, and will not be thinking about how to buy bread.
P.S. by the way, it is members of the Union of Soviet Writers.

At sunset, sunset
Gray-bluish tones,
And the moon beam spends,
The heaven veil.

Throughout the gray, damp everywhere,
Everything in silent anguish,
And the imperfection of the world
Hidden in the lines straight.

City freezes, the city groans,
Everything sparkles like a nail,
And damn palm
Not warmed in any way ...

Here come into heat, Ott,
To find all the words ...
Well, that dream:
That means - I'm alive!

Galina Usov

Do, please, the census !!!
Thank U!