Book: The Year Of The Lord
Three days before Christmas, in the markets, in the squares, there is a forest of Christmas trees. And what trees! People walk, choose. Dogs in the Christmas trees are like wolves, right ... Until the night you will walk in the Christmas trees. And the frost is getting stronger. The sky - in smoke - purple, on fire. Frost on the trees.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2023 / 10:00
You put on felt boots, a sheepskin coat made of sheep, a hat, a hood - the frost does not sting. You will leave - a melodious ringing. And the stars. If you touch the gate, it will crackle. Freezing! The snow is blue, strong, squeaks thinly, thinly. On the street - snowdrifts, mountains. There are pink lamp lights in the windows. And the air ... - blue, silvered with dust, smoky, starry.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2023 / 09:57
We sit hushed in the grass; smell last summer, dry bitterness, Apple fresh spirit; cobweb on the nettles, pour-tremble on the apples. It seems to me that they are shaking from the dry crackling grasshoppers.
- Autumn-song!.. says Gorkin sad. - Goodbye, summer.
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MegaMozg 16-08-2020 / 22:48
Our Orthodox faith, Russian... she, dear, pretty, fun! And weak eases, dejection, enlightens, and low joy.
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MegaMozg 25-06-2019 / 18:05
Christmas...
Seems this word is strong, cold air, icy purity and snow.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 12:40
