For spite of generations,
Baska on the wall.
For a long time already wings are scorched,
Still from the cradle.
I was loved very little.
Only a blanket.
I decided to spit against the wind.
And to think?
When, however, he fell into the pit,
You dig yourself.
So do not judge the sister and brother,
You will be a lawyer.
Only by the threshold do you step foot
And you are nahoy.
What you do not know about yourself, you know
Neighbors at home.
Do not watch TV, do not listen.
Take care of your soul.
I was in love once or twice.
Here's the brave one.
In the sky a flock of peaceful birds flew by.
Parents as a child scolded on different issues.
But it should be grown up.
The truth is born in the dispute,
Not in the nut.
I remember how in my childhood I cried and was born.
Warm, kind, gentle thoughts about my grandmother.
And about pancakes.
Somewhere a neighbor is shouting in the house.
A dog is rare.
Silence. And even mosquitoes are silent.
And this is chat.
The world woke up and woke up the social network.
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go