black widow in winter

Well, we'll expose these ladies.
They sell the organs of men they've seduced.
I saw a couple like that in winter.
She looked gorgeous in the bitter cold -
an elegant black coat and straight black hair down to her waist - passion and death in one bottle.

And I, walking towards them, realized,
and they made me realize it,
that she looked a thousand times better than me.
Well, my cap and hood with the ears of an artificial gray wet bear
are not very erotic.
I looked like a guy from Walmart by all appearances.
It was a jab to my heart

then I realized that her gorgeous black hair in the frosty haze
besides, it was a fake wig. What impudence.
But they were not cold from passion,
yes, I was cold and slippery
with cigarettes and bread for the last money in my backpack.
The man was very bad, not for such a lady of course,
she led him straight to the slaughter, and he obediently went.

Yeah, Cleopatra - life for a night - erotic dreams oh la la. A.S. Pushkin.
Well, I'm just a motorist and I don't have any winter clothes at all,
That's why in winter I put on five jackets one on top of another like cabbage,
And three hoods on my head if I go somewhere on foot.
In general, my appearance is probably not very good,

but I remembered this couple walking towards me.
I understood the nature of their relationship in an instant.
In the cold, you can't open your mouth otherwise you'll catch a cold in your lungs.

A black hair wig is strange, a wig is better than a gold one
otherwise everyone might suspect a natural blonde, and that's not good.
Black widows, I've seen one of those.
He was happy, he put his arm around her shoulder demonstratively in front of my nose.
Well, she's not that pretty,
But I can't stand that even from strangers.

He's probably dead already,
and the widow with the wig has already received a million for a vacation in Miami.
Damn it
I'd never go anywhere else on foot in the winter.
Who knows what you might see along the way.

A scene for me? Well, yes, I remember them.
It was a real winter blizzard.
Faces of love? Well, yes, of course.
When a blonde puts on a black wig,
she simply insults all people living and who have ever lived before.

But a night at the cost of life - there's something in that.
She actually had red hair.
Well, I am a medium after all,
despite the fact that I almost froze to death on the way that day.

Black widows, blue beards, femme fatales -
an interesting topic of passion,
But I would not advise anyone to discuss it with me.
Well, we will simply take off their wigs and makeup and expose their antics.
Overestimation, I can work as a junkman.
But I liked the couple at the moment,

They tried to be chic for me personally.
Yes, for a person in five jackets and with bear ears
and legs running in different directions on the ice.

Thank you, dear, a beautiful gesture, I appreciated it.
Yes, there was simply no one else on the street in a snowstorm at night.

Honestly?
I never lie, but I was going to judge them.
And you, as always, do not choose this.