poem

Versification Russian fun.
The verse is the destiny of the Israelites.
In Bedouin camps skinny grass
Pot-bellied, barrel, night drum,
Filled with myths. As in the sheep's tail
Oozing fat, so the August heat
Pending in the velvet dark legends,
mosquito net behind night window,
Camel snort, perfume cough,
Nagging dogs, the wailing of hyenas,
Here is the hill, like a big ear,
Overgrown with grapes. And nothing
Don't stun him. All the turns
On Karmei-Tsur, Halhul, Seir, Hebron
Transparent honey runs out of the dark cell,
Cold leaf flies to the balcony.
Definitely news. To him in addition
Soucie ragged feather.
You've had worse. Don't cry about anything.
Hurry up people in the morning hours,
While mumbling in the distant groves of grass,
Until the Starling screams through the fog.

The prosody Russian fun,
And stickware the inheritance of the Israelites
From the days of David

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