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Real dreams and delusions ,
Wonderful old fairy tales for children -
Beautiful Oriental legend
About the lake on a hill about a whirlpool and a hundred cubits.

And who will dive into the cold this maelstrom ,
Gather up a few shells glued to the bottom -
Neither the plot , nor death that will not touch ;
And who will sink - will find peace and quiet .

 Oh, something worn boots , toed gait
 Stomped on tropochke to stone loach ,
 The bottom of the mug , I scrape off the shiny , stsarapayu -
 You on the earrings, cute and likes - and on the ring !

I bow low to the earth
Do not give up , though not bent back .
I was born under a lucky star - nylon -
On silk , thin I did not pull .

Thank you for that and for your kind words :
Wear - do not take care of it , do not hide in the recesses -
It's easy to wash out the blood ,
Does not break - at least from the collar of her duds - no way !

 I scrambled to the loach , on a quiet hill sapoyu ,
 Contemplate on the bottom with lacustrine glare of lightning :
 Shimmering shells I sneak up and grab -
 You on a necklace , which is among the queens !

Pylyu on dry land , stomp on slush -
I sometimes go down the knife ...
I am told that I roll all lower
And I - though at the bottom , but still keep the level !

Life ahead - one segment is lived ,
I go anywhere - in the towers and bins :
Born under a lucky star - God will help you -
Though ours, though Udeghe - Sang- old mother !

 Makes my kind , I 'll set you hat -
 I 'll get dolez to incredible limits -
 Do not take the magic shells - the star from heaven stsarapayu ,
 Diamond so big - what are queens !

Canopy of stars I would gilded platter
So that when you are age prokorotat -
But the trouble - caring people
Said : & quot; The stars from the sky - do not miss ! & Quot;

Divers shells - sink.
But who in the shirt - that to prison or scrip :
Throws his head in blue whirlpool -
Take me to her, do not tarry , Sang- Mom! ..

 But before that , my soul, the countries on ants
 Rolling, and the gods wait - wait a little !
 We are in the coastal pebbles in track with clean gravel
 Vobem coin calls, trample - and back.

And do you remember , my dear, in our summer denechki
Coin thrown into the sea - she asked you ? ..
And maybe, in the lake are treasured shells
God gave up just to be sure - he Sang- Mom! ..