Рецензия на «Брату-ирбитчанину, в день рожденья» (Ирбитский-Ницинский)
Геннадий! To Alexander I remember: I'm from the same font as You..."We drank water from a heavenly Cup."When Mother's ever- caring eyes Looked at sons younger and elder. Daily. You had turned grey before women feasted Their own eyes upon my temples... We won't "go into"-- being for the dead-- Perimeter.Where the stone happened Once to bury our parents. Dear Irbit's grain, among other grains, Forgive me for this sentimentality, Because among the most famous We got lost in a cherished city. Игорь Топоров-Анастасьев 29.09.2016 21:42 • Заявить о нарушении
Игорь, спасибо ! - через расстояния !
Жму руку ! Ирбитский-Ницинский 02.12.2017 20:42 Заявить о нарушении
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