Рецензия на «Лето в ладонях» (Яна Щербина)
Summer is fading. Alas, but it’s so… No, please, wait! I’m not letting you go! I so want that you’ll be everlasting! Last rays of sun so greedy I’m grasping. But in cold winter (when will nasty blizzards) I can extract from my hand (like a wizard) Moon and cicadas, warm wind, loud thunder – Yes, I will do it! And it will be wonder! They will plunge us into splendid hot summer, And evil winter – she will get full bummer. Huge fields of flowers, herbs are so splendid, Vastness is boundless, she’s never ended. *** Glares are on walls from fireplace flame, Coziness, jam, tea. You’re calling my name. Summer is here – we don’t care snow! We have put ban on cold winter! It’s so! Кирилл Ивницкий 31.08.2019 09:47 Заявить о нарушении
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