In the museum . Where the mother works ( Museum of Selvinsky , Simferopol) , had a meeting with a very interesting poet. Meet - EU soybean.

I'm on an old life of the Ford
take companions on the road
I life in jazz chord
in the mass
and you're advertising billboards
like the broad-
and me with my Ward
there is nothing to do

Voloshin "Koktebel ", 1917

   ... Since then , as the lad in the silent ,
      Solemn desert shores
      I woke up - my soul razyalas ,
      And the idea grew, and clung vayalas
      On the folds of the mountains , on hills, curving ...
      My dream since watered
      Foothills of the heroic dreams
      And Koktebel rock mane ;
      His wormwood Chmielna my sorrow,
      My poems in the waves of the tide,
      And on a rock, shutting swell Bay
      Fate and wind carved my profile ...

The waterfall is called "Seryabryannye jet" (Silver, or as it is known locally, King's) and is located in the Grand Canyon.
This file name is not true.
:shy:>

"Silver pavilion" - so we call the local.
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