Written in frost

......................Тo Luba Vasilieva

There ’ s the frost. But I’ m good.
I need you more, than usual food.
All has not meaning - bread or meat,
Except for Mebelnaya street.
I count the days: one day ... and two,
And I don’ t know: what can I do?
And I don’ t know: what can I tell?
It seems to me: all must be well.

9-th of December, 2003


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..on my opinion
with some tiny changes
it could be better:))

I'll tell you, if you care:)

Thank you!

Руслана Войнович   24.08.2013 11:42     Заявить о нарушении
Thanks and excuse me, I look this page seldom, therefore my answer was late. I will accept your offers with gratitude, English is not native for me.

Мефодий Барашков   31.08.2013 07:18   Заявить о нарушении