of passion, even thought counterclockwise rotated 90o:))) did not, sorry for your feelings:))) ====- once I was little and loved to watch with your mouth open, like a cast-iron "baba" crumbles the walls of the old huts ... then came the collapse, and the eternal fences filled my unprepossessing district ... clay and dirt from the excavation was flowing on the cracked asphalt, and we ran through a hole in the fence to play on the abandoned building sites ... house by house demolished dohodniki 19 th century on our street, house by house grew faceless ... first TsKovki, then elitki ... now as 25 years, and all our little street and rebuild rebuild ... where you are, the wooden frame on the little window with geraniums, where you wet eyes gates ... only a reflection of my memories ... and the smell of damp plaster ... childhood gone, and construction is ... continuation of the series should ...

Morning Light

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The inscription on the wall - The pain of parting with you displace the reality! Veronica, I love you!