Otteluun Roman women. A painting by Rubens, circa 1612.
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& nbsp; Run, run somewhere! And after talking with all, bending down, the cart gets on the way Joseph. The boy asks for a breast. Alexey Purin From the book & quot;Archaic & quot; 1979 (Poems 1974-1982) & nbsp; STAR
the Eyes of my mistress - not the sun, no, & corals don't like lip; Her Breasts are not snow white, And hair like wire, rude. William Shakespeare. Sonnets. Translation of O. Rumer130 the Gaze of my lady is not the sun, no,
Breasts — a wave of annoyance, Stan — trunk — reproach. Sweet kissing, I plucked a flower. With a hole-chin, with a hole-elbow. Sweet kissing, I plucked a flower. BRETON FOLK SONGS. Translation By Marina Tsvetaeva 1. "Sweet kissing, I plucked a flower…»
& nbsp; Proudly raises his head, swollen Verve and sides, runner of the seas high Wave-cutting chest Staring into the waves and wide & nbsp;Cuts a path into the sea. Kozma Prutkov AQUILON & nbsp; in memory of G. Benediktov