victoria the porter writes that her inner world, closed to others, opened up too early. f a poet among non-poets, obrossky says, the better the poet, the more terrible the loneliness. she was very lonely. look, her whole life was divided into three periods of foreboding and love. itself is said yes, premonition loves action, love and memories of love. she spoke about all people, and the action lasts from five years to 75 years. this is very nice. here she writes. i say before death. it's not enough for me to write poetry. i need something. at least someone to love at every hour of the day and night , one star for me does not outshine the other, and rightly so. why then did god have to create a full sky of stars, but it has an element, i wrote confirming it, i on the slate board on the leaves of verov smelt both on the river and on sea ​​sand skates, using the ring on the glass and on the trunks, which are hundreds of winters, and finally, that was all. it is known that you love your beloved beloved, the heavenly rainbow was signed, as i wanted everyone to bloom for centur