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Cinderella Cinderella.

And only that noise is a gray refrain,
Like smoke to the ceiling - silence.
The refrigerator propped up a volume of Kesey,
And on the street in winter in a red coat flew!

I propped my chin with my palm
Brush your fingers, you’re someone’s son,
Like me green, but vigorous,
Started your song, give me the kalym!

And I'll shut up right away, believe
In the purity of your mother of pearl phrases
From the stove in the kitchen to the door
I will draw circles with white salt, I will call ITARTASS.

Let them come to the kitchen
They will learn about you and me.
My little winter, did you read Kesey?
Not? Read, refrain the noise of January, February, December!