Oh, we do not know the name Impressionist ...
Then in the completion of topics about impressionism.
(author Posveschaetsya topic.)
Impressionism
What woman in the picture!
Looks like the artist, cattle,
Poured in excess in a glass
And then if he was varnish
And then I brush dipped
With dried paint in the bristles.
As yet know the ropes
French in this watercolor!
Here's this woman's head,
With a slow slope to the shoulder
I want to forget the long,
I swear you do not fly --
I look at it awkwardly,
She bit palely
And though shifted slightly
And so for a child's fault
Pressed the left hand.
With his shoulder almost naked
And maybe even a stab,
She eyes my callouses,
Before the lads shames me.
And, putting his hand on his throat,
He looks so modest and negordo,
Impress While it is not bad,
And with her scientist olive,
All in a starched shirt,
In glasses and just from books.
But the mother of an honest, sees Gd
With her he had not come --
She did not see straight,
And only, only for me
Look, look, looking reproachfully,
Sympathetic in some eyes,
Nothing without blaming,
And for inaudible conversation
As if whips through --
All my life extremely rare
And where the worst of it bakes,
And about Maruska, and about Vovku,
And about the villainous mentovku,
And all this takes into account
Tilt the head.
And on the cheek of zadubeloy,
Unshaven, stiff
Such a sweet flowing ...
A. SOBBAKEVICH
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