Ten lovely ladies
(BG) All ended so: he long looked out the window, Then went up to the wall and put on a coat. And went out to where the snow and night, And sat in the tram – to leave away, To where there are Ten lovely ladies. Hostess after yawning gave to him a palm, Said, "Ever again, come on our fire." And the guests were sitting at the table And with decorum sucked tea with shit, And drank for health of lovely ladies. And he went out away – where to? He and himself didn't
know. After dialing seven digits, he was freezing, echoing
in a song of hooters. But telephone handsets nobody have lifted up, He was alone, and the world was small But still it hid Ten lovely ladies. And at home was waiting for him stagnant smoke, And ten sheets, faithful to his poems. And believe don't believe, but ten loveliest ladies Waited for the bell into their door, his a bell; Ten lovely ladies. I had finished writing and also stood up by the
window, Where is visible wall and once more wall. And a long time stood and blue smoke Ate to me eyes, but I was with him And was drinking to the bottom the health of ten lovely,
Of ten lovely ladies.
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