Plume, spattered with stars, Blue, blue, blue eyes.
667
Boris Sadovsky The ball is hot, Golden Send in
517
We walked the path of the azure, We parted only for a long time…
581
M. AND. Benkendorf May cruel with white nights!
847
I am Hamlet. my blood runs cold… I am a sword, pointed
985
We went to attack. Directly in the chest..
504
Each spring my ways steeper… With peace happiness
1.2k.
The whole day in front of me, young, gold, bright sun
583
