Years for us to fly. Years for them to stand. But then again disturbed, but that's hampered sleep. Again have to dig, – One hundred and six of spades must be taken. But would not repeat, only to no longer dig! We dare not forget! (The memory of them is buried), we do not dare to give them again to repeat the feat. 3 in the morning raised an iron coffin Razberedili grave. Why? To a nervous fever, vomited on the web parts, to sing the chorus again Farewell Liturgy pale trembling third candle, wax nostalgic warmed? The old tube takes over, all over the ranks of its growing … Accustomed to sing a sea wave, birch poles in the churchyard.

… Soundlessness church bells ringing, trembling lips without speech. Final Order conveyed megaphone: – Goodbye forever … Prior to the meeting … MY SIMFEROPOL I do not know the city more wonderful – You're on word to me, my friend, believe me. Where an early quiet, gentle song rocked my cradle. Is not an open door dungeon distant cities; my Acropolis – the aorta Heart, You're my maturity, my veil. A spiral labyrinth of streets straightened Year string.

Oh, how many clever and talented youth You gave wings to his fate! You of waiting room, you Journal of Outpost, parting words, the threshold … you rock on the road where the cross with embossed list of roads. And how many b bile and blood spewed at you Neither vampire beats stream to break free in the granite Salgir rainbows. God bless and continue to enthusiasm and vigor, Thy will be endless age. Have mercy on God, on that of age: Results of some two hundred years! Four-legged friend – CAT Timka Forgive us all, caudate friend, Cole was still alive – do not blame them severely. We do not want you bitter torment in the world, where everything is not easy and all new. I miss your morning fuss. Screaming with pain, calm under pressure walls. Stretched out his hand: "Here, take it!" But you did not hear – burst from captivity.