Book: Woe from wit. Page 4
The fate of us seemed to care;
No anxiety no doubt...
But sorrow is waiting from the corner.
Think of how happiness is wilful!
Went to the room, got in another.
Happy hours are not watching.
I used my half
Just strikes - it's somewhere with a man.
Bah! all the familiar faces!
Oh if evil stop:
Collect all the books would be burned Yes.
Well! the great trouble,
What are you drinking an extra man!
The doctrine that plague learning - that's the reason
What is now the forest than when
Crazy divorced people, and Affairs and opinions.
Long ago I marvel how no one will connect!
Try on the authorities - and newest that raskazhet!
That low bow, bend-ka who ring,
Even before the monarch's face,
So call it a scoundrel!..
How will submit to cristescu or place
How not poradet native little man!..
Yes, happiness is, who has a such a son!
Has, it seems, in his buttonhole ordenok?
Though the soul let go of penitence!
What says! and speaks, writes!
Here's what you proud!
I would ask, as did the fathers?
Learned senior looking:
We, for example, or dead uncle.
Where as wonderful created light!
Philosophize - mind struitsya;
Then wary, then lunch:
Eat three hours and three days are not cooked!
