book kirmash is wide, diverse to sort out the text to dazzle windmills and the philologist of the klyarvedag with her? come on, come on. in the 1980s , there was virtually no urban poetry in belarusian literature; everything was washed literary. she came like stars. we have developed everything that is not an urban theme - it's great. i think the hammer is crazy. rather, it is reasonable and wise, and she, uh, will develop a philosophical theme in belarusian poetry, at the request of the editors of youth, a young norwegian poetess is arranging to speak. klyar, just stretch your hands. i will return here. here in space, i don't understand. love yourself i hurt what hurts you, i vomit what vomits you. he says, you never know what he says, you all hope that he himself will understand, that what you know will find you or find him. you, on the contrary, are someone drinking tea. he is just drinking tea, someone is walking. he just turned on pain, my strange, sweet, tart pain. your pain is bitter, honestly presses, the stomach hurts with pain, like a wedge. wedge is a treatment. some of those hal