& nbsp; is it vodka? Marguerite asked weakly. The cat jumped
on a chair from resentment. For mercy's sake, Queen, "he croaked," am I
would you allow yourself to pour vodka for a lady? It's alcohol!
M. Bulgakov "Master and Margarita»
Caught on a maple branch
Flexible month, looks out the window
Saddened and in love.
I call to him with my hand, but
Did not go down, I shout: please
Tea taste, cannot be us apart!
There is a delicious cake for dinner,
You are a welcome guest to me!
Then we'll go for a walk together,
Let's dream, let's break up the dream
Lonely and me, though crack,
And for me, is it crying and moaning?
He didn't answer.,
Only cats purred from the roofs:
What's babbling? Even cry, even laugh!
Tea to eat? Can you hear yourself?
In Russia from the cold of the soul
Treated with vodka, maybe!?
I made tea for dinner!
There is no would, alcohol offer!