And, for joy, a little poetry of Boris:
* * *
walk around the room
read
sitting across the room
sing
when the room
fly
then flies meet
but do not beat
* * *
someone I do this
must
often without money
badly dressed
without skill
to life
pleasant Relations
but someone, and I
must
unlikely to Pushkin
possible (more)
Vyazemsky
* * *
nothing
nothing
die
another will
* * *
day before yesterday
was a fisherman
knee-deep
in river
Yesterday seemed
waist-deep
now I do not see
in the river one
several
worried
* * *
as if in a
situation
behaved
Anton
Chekhov
likely
took doctor
valise
and left
* * *
morning empty
wait
do not shove it
whatever whatever is handy
let
* * *
would blow
mines
and mine
flood
and sprout
barley
oat
and millet
blow Moscow
and found
lyceum
factory
this
look
obliquely
|