Accept easily the gifts of heat,
Beautiful words and admiration,
But it could burn to the ground,
And all to spoil the experience.
Easy to take care of,
Much harder to give your own.
He always received in full,
He gave others only occasionally,
And what he called love -
Attention to others is called.
But there is a doubt will not wait,
In response, the other did not receive.
How sad is this act,
But this is a reliable fact.
And time passed, and the conclusion is made,
It took a lot of effort.
Give words without meaning interrupted,
Don't waste ink.
Emotions, strength is not spraying,
Without seeing the point of the edge,
It's not better to save your nerves,
So that you don't burn yourself to the ground.
On all quietly contemplate,
On snow, that falling is borne,
Let this paint dream at night,
Attention itself to caress.
And let love not all given,
Its gone all the time.
Well then the entire limit is exhausted
Heat that rarely gives,
And by indifference tormented,
In ice transparent let does not melt,
Beauty only attracts,
Heat does not give anyone,
Only the ice is transparent to him.
From flattery, lies lies there forever,
Will not touch the voice and hand,
The fast river will not wash away,
And will lie there carelessly...
When the ice melts, she wakes up,
Ray someone in the trail will be spilled.
So thought the man of gray hairs all full,
Waking up on New year's morning.
Hungover in the morning dejected,
His stomach ached slightly.
The hand reached for the brine,
Whiskey was injected as an injection.
The salad is not eaten on the table,
And the stains of the tablecloth in the wine.
Herring was eaten under the fur coat,
Reminded me of one thing,
Already light long ago around,
And all the vodka was drunk...
So the thought of longing came in the morning -
It's time for a hangover!
02.01.2020