Mikhail Bulgakov. Rachel (№ 416897)
My grandmother confessed once,
Shaking his head gray:
"I was lanying with a love thirst,
When I was young!
Ah, the times have rushed by!
Where are you a violent spring?
Where are you bright stars?
Are the kisses hot?"
№ 416897 Added
MegaMozg 14-04-2021 / 01:27
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