Theory Of Recruiting (Regina Derieva Poem)
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches ...
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
Beyond Siberia again Siberia, beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, where a blizzard of snow breaks ...
Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, ...
A poem- is just one more scrap of paper that has sailed off the table in a bottle with a ...
All my life I sought an angel. And he appeared in order to say: "I am no angel !" (Regina ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It ...
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common ...
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