The poem tells of the evening raid of the unclean. How powerful, how strong, how open, how ruthless this evil force works. Destroys everything in its path, no matter what, no matter who..... Take care of yourself and be careful in the evenings on the street and at home!

Chatted with Grisha at a friend's house, Not a bear, and not a poodle, Guess who was there? A talking parrot!

Love is not submissive, it is of the element of fire, Love will defeat all conventions, It will die only at the word "can't". Love doesn't fear the darkness of night, the darkness of day. She loves them to death and roasts them in the fire!

Once upon a time there was a dragon in town, He was big and green. He loved to read books and wanted to help everyone. Then he got a letter from the king. We must help him and keep the books in the castle.

When your soul has settled down, When the strength of your feelings has passed, Kiss with your lips, caress with your hands and eyes, He will beg you for it....

And the stars weep and fountain tears. Magma tears, lava tears, tongues of fire. And the stars weep, pouring thermonuclear hail, Warming the cold of the cosmic void.

Don't give joy to Shaitan, when it's on top of you and your temples are pounding, when resentment, anger, pain slides through your veins with a poisonous sting...!

Ах, если б встретила я фей, Как весело прошёл мой день, Слетали бы в волшебный лес, И даже в космос!

Лунная ночь безумно красива, В парфюмах у неё любви аромат, Тёмной вуалью укрывшись стыдливо, О главном она предпочтёт промолчать… Лунная ночь упряма, строптива, Не станет она торопиться, бежать, Выждет свой час, как пантера Багира, Чтоб шёпотом листьев влюблённых обнять…

Maybe you don't know that sometimes In the hustle and bustle of the day. We meet some amazing creatures, I call them people forever. In appearance, just like the rest of us, The same hands, feet and eyes But once you've met them You'll never forget them