Lydia Zaozersk: poems about women

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry ...

not smoke, do not drink, no mater ...

not saving up for a rainy day, not spend,

not overeat, do not kolyus ...

notcut in and cut down,

not to join or belong to ...

not snore, in porn, do not remove

graft and not get tired ...

I do not regret not regret,

not tricky, and others are not stupid ...

I do not want that do not have,

not have those who are smarter ...

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not sad, not stuffed friend,

not yet mistress and not his wife ...

not forgive,but do not say goodbye,

not like being all alone ...

not looking, and do not lose,

not afraid to show diffidence ...

not nag, do not pick your nose, -

not a princess-l I yadrena mother? !!!

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Searched lion I have in this world is evil.

No luck ... And I found a seal.

But seal, prigrevshis become a goat.

'll have to make it a deer!

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I would like to live differently,

wear jewelry outfit ...

But the horses - all skip and jump,

A hut - burn and burn ...

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YouForgive me, O God, wretched,

not hearing the nurse I was strict,

not I read smart knizhenki,

do not get up in the winter to lyzhenki,

not go in a circle embroidery,

not had the ballet vocation,

Not taught traffic rules,

music school left,

not completed training,

the piano lost its attraction,

not painted landscapes from nature, I,

That little round duroyu increased.

And could to reverse -

Became b umnoyu I and square!

***

With a face haggard and gray,

on white crumpled sheets,

As a victim of a frenzied cholera,

Lying knees to the wall.

lingering groan, as in childbirth,

Tryasetsya thermometer in hand.

whole sorrow of the Jewish people

stagnation in pupillary constriction.

As strong-willed chin

jet foamy saliva.

You whisper plaintively and timidly:

"How are you with the children alone now ?!"

The apartment ceased talking,

night-lights barely.

Dark ... omitted all the curtains ... My husband

thirty-seven and two.

***

What I still clumsy,

Raskokala mobile phone.

Goat now jumped over a puddle I

and dropped directly on the concrete.

I stand.The brain grows some anxiety -

outran should be in the store!

After Sim is, and there is no place to insert.

and begin to understand men ...

***

With you spent the evening ...

now look like a moron to ...

Of course, I would not give ...

But it is possible to askwas that ?!

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