Cold Drinks Stomach Pain

sad week in the life of insects

last fly of the past summer,
You are one flit in the wilds of closet
One of the garbage can soar,
One lace wing spreads,
One, flying up to my bedside,
I love bestows unnecessary.

I, endowed with reason and authority,
Gonya you with a genuine passion
Thy I neglected rights,
Masha swatter, swear words,
praise thee contagion and the female
And pretend that he is not tipsy.

I'm angry feelings I do not hide their
And the first commandment I forget.
Last summer, a fly of the past,
vain, you invaded the home of the poet!

But maturing in a shower suspicion dull,
that сам я - такая же поздняя муха.               ,