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Restructuring was delayed, smoke mahorochny
From overseas, not cheap in general, cigarettes.
Neither the suffering of the country harvest harvesting,
No crimson Clift of 90 no.

Chkalov in Nizhny Novgorod in the Volga,
And for long-range forest in Kitezh to church ringing.
They give us boyars will ease,
And we all break the cap every step - bow ...

Is friends with the head wind.
At the corner of a policeman,
On the day of Sunday guarding Pokrovka
Even in bronze - at the post.
And on the bridge Kanavinsky
The two streams again stood firmly in the "stopper."

Waves of the Volga and Oka arrow converge,
But people do not always find their berth.
In the cell, the bell, but where is his belfry?
Upekli-voiced - yes to silence ...

Before the walls of the Kremlin from the river fog haze,
Steamboat merchant Egoreva roars like a beast.
Boatmen on the shore, steaming brew ...
Sun highlighted the city - and where to now?

Vlёt of Dyatlov mountains
Red Stroganov temple
Crumbled crazy flock of sparrows.
The city of Gorky, lime green,
Wooden shutters creaking,
Like a leaf through a book manuscript.

Was delayed restructuring, Construction cranes
Rusted over unfinished by my country ...
Not to offend anyone - and the light in the cloister
Ignites Svetloyar for all in the forest wilderness,

To those who have lost the way, they came to Kitezh.
Riots sprees so corroded the soul, we ...
Maybe this way I stand?
Maybe she's still not all destroyed? ..

© Andrei Zemskov, December 19, 2010.