Tetraptyh
your thought,
dreaming on a softened brain,
vyzhirevshy as a waiter at a greasy couch,
I will tease about the bloody rag heart;
fill izizdevayus, impudent and caustic.
I have in mind not a single gray hair,
senile and no tenderness in her!
The world is huge power of voice,
I go - beautiful,
twenty-two.