I have only one fun left: Fingers in the mouth — and a cheerful whistle. Notoriety swept, That I am a dirty man and a brawler. Ah! what a ridiculous loss! There are a lot of funny losses in life. I am ashamed that I believed in God. It's bitter to me that I don't believe it now. Golden, far away! Everything is burned by everyday misery. And I was naughty and scandalized In order to burn brighter. The poet's gift is to caress and carve, The fatal seal on it. A white rose with a black toad I wanted to get married on earth. Let them not be sweet, let them not come true These thoughts of pink days. But if the devils were nesting in the soul — So the angels lived in it. That 's for this fun muti, Going with her to the other side, I want at the last minute Ask those who will be with me,- So that for all my grave sins, For disbelief in grace They put me in a Russian shirt To die under icons.

I hope you like sports as much as I do