Blok on the letter “W”

Plume, spattered with stars, Blue, blue, blue eyes.

Boris Sadovsky The ball is hot, Golden Send in

We walked the path of the azure, We parted only for a long time…

M. AND. Benkendorf May cruel with white nights!

I am Hamlet. my blood runs cold… I am a sword, pointed

We went to attack. Directly in the chest..

Each spring my ways steeper… With peace happiness

The whole day in front of me, young, gold, bright sun