Gulliver In Slavage - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович - Страница 8

  The first puffs

  Vans, fences...

  Feeling the anticipation of a miracle

  His accomplishment is cold -

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  from somewhere

  From the pile of the unknown -

  From childhood,

  Let me take a look!..

  Skies are inky

  The dust of the stars is calling

  Take flight

  Mystery of dreams

  Of utter inevitability

  Mixed feelings of the past ...

  And time is unlikely to change

  Those spots of aspirations -

  Embrace the immensity

  a prisoner

  So do not become outside of it -

  Treacherously grown-ups

  Selfish...

  And there is, therefore, a meaning -

  Looking for meaning...

  Tell

  your dreams,

  Share your dreams with me...

  Be yourself

  And open

  In childhood, the door - to memories ...

  Tell

  your dreams,

  Share your dreams with me...

  Be yourself

  And open

  In childhood, the door - to memories

  The boy sang with pleasure, despite the fact that at the same time he had to push a heavy wheel, like a pack donkey. And it was his serious and very productive work.

  The viscountess girl stamped her bare, small foot for the umpteenth time and chirped:

  - Fabulous! You eat great! Is the Hermitage beautiful in London?

  Gulliver replied with a smile, puffing out his pink, magnificent, childish cheeks:

  - In London, the Hermitage is the best and richest in the world!

  The girl giggled and hit the boy again with great pleasure with a whip. He had a red stripe on his naked body.

  The Viscountess asked with a smile:

  - Do you like it?

  The boy nodded and whimpered.

  "Maybe you would sing better than beat a child?!

  The girl nodded, and again her naked, tanned, graceful foot stamped:

  - It's great and I'll sing!

  Gulliver tweeted:

  - Sing a flower, do not be ashamed!

  The viscountess, jumping up and down, began to dance, singing;

  I drove into childhood

  Don't follow me.

  I see everyone here is having fun, war.

  just for her

  Just for you

  war.

  No place for children here

  For adults - fight.

  Stay with her

  Don't follow me.

  just for her

  Just for you

  war.

  And it's good there

  There I sit on the potty.

  And it's good there

  There I sit on the potty.

  There is no need for money:

  Circus and lollipops

  There is a milky shore

  Horses by the tie

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  just for me

  just for the horse