A secret name on the right, on the left - rivers of milk, banks of jelly, if you go straight, you will find an enemy, if you call them by their right name, then you will meet death, naked, right, like a secret name. And of course, a fool chooses it, he drives straight and only straight, he is a fool, and a bony skull comes out of his head, Russian courage equals impotence - this is the only way.
Everyone will be rewarded according to their faith. Because this is also the homeland - the dog's head on the saddle, a belted broom, irreplaceable, sweeping the air from tomorrow, leaving only today. In the first pit there is water, in the second the resin is boiling, a man dives in only his underwear. And this is also the homeland, hot.
In the cremation of the Old Believers and the pale flame.
I mean revolutions, which is not for the spirit, but for man.
Immortal scorpions (their bodies glow).
Standing knee-deep in the rivers of milk. And this is also the motherland: jelly enters the milk, covers your head like a flow of mountain mud, sweet swimming, you will drown if you touch it.
No movement if the target is a soft enveloping uterus. But it is also a homeland: the promised death.
It turns out dry and frosty if you dare.
Enter it because you are already dead, because only the dead break the light - and she smiles with a white face. The Uglich bell rings above the Hrorikovich sons.
A sunny forest turned into a lake takes on the appearance of another world, my homeland, your way is far. But a fool stands on a stone broken by bullets,.
And the light shining from his skull cannot be denied. 2026 Anna Dolgarba.