Just two sticks
on a drunken bench,
in the harmony of the night silence,
he tossed it to Klavochka
not for the sake of " tick»,
and at the behest of the soul.
Klavochka Blew Out
candle stubs
and hiding her eyes, she said aloud:
- I'll tell you for reference,
You're a treasure trove for a lady,
you're breathtaking.
On the cheeks of Klawock
dimples burned.
The night was blue.
And butterflies fluttered in my stomach,
and we were talking about the third stick,
although two were planned.
Balms Vadim
Two sticks
© Copyright: Леонид Егорович Туров, 2020
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