Love and sorrow, joy and suffering, Triumph and mourning, confession and ruin Walk shoulder-to-shoulder with this wonderful woman, Mov long-time friends-unpolluted water. I’m already thinking: “It’s already evening…” And in the evening: “Why shouldn’t we hurry early?..” During the hour of flight, little ones meet, And with the age of the heart, the skin is sweet... So from the very beginning, If we go to the bliss of flowers... However, Marvel, Adam, the axis of your platform They will pay for your choice!.. What is not human is a grandiose drama, It seems, through the hopelessness, somewhere deaf... I hear the voice of the new Adam: “Well, it’s out... Today is your choice...”
