When there is no sense in names

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Sergey Strelyaev. When there is no sense in names

When there is no sense in names

The rejected paradise

Paper country. Look from outside

Vega

Bribe to God

Tutors of souls

Zarinka

And to sleep centuries that time to wake up

From depth of the reasons

Left and returned, and again we will come

Conglomerate

Thoughts under a slope

Enemies

Sleep, my small Amiya

The first – the second time

Where fog turns yellow

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Having died, the engine sniffed, on a body of our “Scythian” ran a shiver.

– Mother, mother. Interiors of the bus stopped, – naive babbling of the child did not cause either laughter, or smiles in passengers.

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– On this very spot.

It umostitsya quickly on alone standing shop. Safely attracted the little girl on the knees. It did not resist. On the contrary, gentle hands embraced a neck, drugged a smell of perfume. She smiled,

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