Opposite the island of Shite,
Where day and night roam people,
Dunserka, in a pack, fuette
On the diabase turns dark.
With some Marquis de ...
They were not friends with Terpsichore,
And the girl for the pas de deux
There is no, alas, a partner.
And I, a visiting Bon vivant,
Got up, idly curious:
I'm closer to the cannon,
And he is closer to Paris,
Vladimir Kush Invitation To Lunch
And here - a figure of a travesty.
It seemed like looking at it?
But, nevertheless, as you may say,
The ancestors of the ballet!
And I look ... Time after time
To me all be nice her rotation,
And a look of beautiful brown eyes
It aggravates the "seduction".
She does not care about us all,
Her soul is in the distance invisible.
Movement of dance - without embellishment,
But all are irresistible.
And the performance is inspired,
Already ready to confess,
That I'm almost in love with her,
Though, like, there is nothing to fall in love with.
Mikhail Reznitsky
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