by Elia:
What kind of Russians were there!
The nose, the fucking nose!
10 sticks will throw, still on his hands!
And now!? to
Nose with Potatoes, Harmony
Half the stick throws on the road, asks.

The coccyx:
The answer to Chemberton.
There were Russians before.
The cheeks are red, the eyes of love for the husband drunk,
Tits like melons, assy waist,
He will feed meat, he will feed meat.
It will always shake, the nerves will not shake,
The hair is narrow, the hair is blonde.
You throw 10 sticks and then wear them on your hands!
And now!? to
The smile is sad, the look is glass.
I love the word "Little"
as a faner, there are no manners,
in the bed, kissing in the beds,
As a whirlwind and not a bride.
If you look at it, you will not want anything.