Silence Maria Khamzina You see, my silence means we've grown up. Here is the January and the snow has settled – it's not our fault. If the shadows are increasingly long, if the birds are screaming in bad

The constellation Cancer - the cycle Maria Khamzina In the kitchen neighbor's fat Chad- The cake burned to the ground… ...We go to the movies – and they scream. We drink to love and they scream, Cabbage

Last letter Maria Khamzina You know, it didn't hurt at all, like a mosquito bite, that's all...But since I hardly remember what you read for me the bass the way you looked at me by night and shadows danced

In the beginning was the word Maria Khamzina And the sky was blazing, and it was piercing, as if the spear that had yesterday's blood on it. There torments were born and writhed the first word, not yet

Mounds of memory Maria Khamzina I say, laughing-Hello, my the good! how many winters have passed, snow to the edges of the mountain... You're just a network already abandoned, Will dabble in them and

A hundred thousand dislikes Maria Khamzina Hundred of thousands of nelubova. Blanket of all the pieces that...Bridges I didn't. I was sewing. Changing life on black crosses - "b-2" - hit. Double

It's very simple - first you choose the sky Maria Khamzina It's very simple-first you choose the sky. And the sky in the list of promotions includes all - it laughs, let's dance, baby, dance, baby, and

Urban legend Maria Khamzina The city looks like a dried cake, cream smeared pavement. There is known hitherto shit, I touched him for the first time, a warm hand in the cold side, Sangiovese caress the

Sleeping beauty Maria Khamzina Life doesn't end this summer. Life never ends. Systems go to the parade of the planet, and in the rear - my star...Girl, honey, gold, who told you life sucks? You see the

One autumn Maria Khamzina The wind plays with a leaf, gilded, like a kitten – a ball of string. The sky becomes a little smoky. Summer goes sideways, Quiet, muffled, so as not to feel ill, apples not to

For above life - love Maria Khamzina Each of us sometimes believes – Romeo alive, He writes on the walls at random, blood on the clouds… Your vineyard a young Shulamith, Myrrh touch your Breasts-he hasn't

My catalogue of unfulfilled love Maria Khamzina ... My catalogue of unfulfilled love. Traces of rain. Shades of snow… I'm just a zookeeper, And drunken angel, eternal vis-a-vis Chewing on the pen, fighting

Shakespeare by couture Maria Khamzina These little games in wise grown up heroes… Conversations, meetings, debates...Going on three, No problem, komments know, life flows slowly, And carries from our kitchens

Little world Maria Khamzina Small world, snow falls, then – the hell… Stand up, smile, you know, all the fuss. A small the world, a mirror, night. In private… Scary – so, in the slit of the pupil – cold

I am sad, mom... Maria Khamzina I'm bored, mom. Dull and dark. Let's put a candle on the window. The candle will burn, and I will go to the bottom… Drown the ball. All this, mom, it's nothing. I'm just

But you know, life Maria Khamzina You know, life, you're too heavy. , And a handful of words, alas, do not pay off… I, unfortunately, happened to be born into When they changed soul into bodies. My sad

Beginning Maria Khamzina And in the first time was ablaze dawn Over the young world. And the echo of the words "let there be light!» Another dotted line Running through the blue skies Towards the

Time to be bored Maria Khamzina No need...the erased words- Amber placer. You know I'm still alive, Until the first autumn. To the first prossedi, to lie, For the good of said, And dials, as cakes, Hope

Vokzalnyj. Performed with anguish Maria Khamzina Wet feet, and the rainy season, O gods, why do I want to cry so much? And simple... Nail biting, of course, a bad habit, Looks at me from the train window

The water is dark Maria Khamzina The water is dark...Not necessary about love, Why Wake the cardboard troubadours? Figures dressed in brocade and silk Long gone - only to open A hundred pieces...and a