First frosted knits of spiders

My home trembled under the wilderness of Severnya ... Below the sea, the sea was antique with a millennial Hellenic choir. Tape windows infinite sonata - a stained glass of frosted harps, and I drink the late wine and gloomy - I'm rushing to fight. Fight with the edge of the yard and cradled the threshold, fight with the evil jellyfish of the morning, kissing like snowy women ... As a sword I will shake the shovel, frostbite and potent will tear the siege, to start the day in yesterday's - inconspicuous traces ...