To Ilya

Author: Albishka

Ilya, such as you nevertheless different, why two-faced face? Merry like as real I of ekzal’tirovannosti there is no end, when by the crowd before you we idolize our star, you burn the bright soul Of il’ it can be no longer so. First does suddenly sadly look sea, it does flicker in the sequence from the window, that hundreds of times 4 as if she did know that hundreds of times I did listen to, then by rigid word, then of ukhmylkoy you will answer im. or to spite? Then they write everything, they write. Here only truth or lie. But they be not in this, although it tortures, A in the fact that 4 you I love, star my pobole of light for the beauty of soul. For the fact that sitting house in the evening To grushchu with you two together from the word into the word opening the sleep of unreal sleeps that you personify and even when from the tonkokhrupkogo cloth with the patterns of Chinese vase without being repeated, forever. I sometimes attempt nevertheless to guess them, also, to the end, so confusedly so impossibly, but secret that is great. I want to say the thanks to sky in the birthday of star, to you — after genius and talents my dear Ilya.