She
was blind. Her life was divided into two parts: that inside, - beautiful,
native, secure; that out of door, - rakish, is sharp, often badly smelling,
overtaking her for arms drawing in a turnover vanities.
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russian |
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poems 1999 | ||
millenium | ||
we'll never die | ||
like shadows... | ||
prose | ||
drawings | ||
about me | ||