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  You are reflected in me by something invisible, semi-invisible, Underscored, semi-real and unsaid. There, upstairs, it's so nice to watch the wind by the wing, Wrapped in a scarf, from your thoughts connected. Up there, he dreams of being simple and lighter, Somewhere below scurry from passers-by dotted dots. And you, reflecting in me, dissolve even the hints of the faded, And I'm making you out of myself with rhyme, by the way, by string. And the city of neon is wrapped in a plush cloud of vanilla thought, And they will bind the names tightly and tightly with free bird...

  Ul. Old Basmannaya. It was formed in the XVII century. As Basmannaya Street: led from the city center to Basmannaya Sloboda. Definition of the old received with the emergence of New Basmannaya Street. View towards the church much. Nikita (Vladimir Icon of the Mother of God).   Ul. Nikolskaya The name is given in the XVI century. On the monastery that was on the...

At sunset, two angels chattered, Watching the sun carelessly Red gold falls slowly In the sea, the arms are gentle. And one said: "You know, after all, There is nothing more beautiful in...

It is difficult to unite in the work of art classical ideals of figurative painting and a unique, innovative, more than modern style. But the American artist Henry Asencio succeeded, and with...