Just two sticks
on a drunken bench,
in the harmony of the night silence,
he tossed it to Klavochka
not for the sake of " tick»,
and at the behest of the soul.
Klavochka Blew Out
candle stubs
and hiding her eyes, she said aloud:
- I'll tell you for reference,
You're a treasure trove for a lady,
you're breathtaking.
On the cheeks of Klawock
dimples burned.
The night was blue.
And butterflies fluttered in my stomach,
and we were talking about the third stick,
although two were planned.
Balms Vadim