Здравствуйте ... No, nothing ... The name is ... on the paper ... Please ... have a look ...

Have you ever wondered ... why does it rain ...? Not about how ... but, um ... but why.

The future ... There may be Tsar no more ... But, I won't go back to the St. Petersburg either ... I like the bise in the Far East ... and ... зима.

... Всему живущему идти путем зерна.

I'm not ... writing ... poems ...

The in ... inspiration always comes at night ... till now.

... You're awake? Would you like to hear ... my work from last night ...?

Just one more page ...

Now ... now I'm going out for a walk ... The moonlight is ... beautiful ... It's good for writing ... Maybe ... you should try to write a poem too.

Inspirations ... are elusive ... They come and go, as they please.

Think much ... Write less ... just like chatting.

Warm ... Wind-proof ... шуба. Everyone should have it.

Perhaps ... I once, too, was a lively bird.

You've won my respect ... Although it might not help ...

Зима is close to you ... it's not just an assumption ...

The throne of the Tsar is covered in heaps of gold ... and stains of blood. It is dwarfed ... by the firs and the frozen land.

Write when you want ... stop when you don't. There are not many poems like the orange hair thinks.

The fallen Tsar is just like the fallen leaves on the island. зима, do you know, what the Tsar is? You walk so quietly ...

C ... can I, not go ...?

... Not even close to the soldiers.

Hmm.

... Хорошо.

I've prepared ... something ...

Calm down ...

Зима is ... ebullient.

It's just ... a greeting.

A safe ... distance.

Keep distance ... when socializing.

Не было бы счастьe, да несчастьe помогло.

Violence is ... not good.

Urgh ...

Хорошо! I'll go back, then ...

Зима, poems, are my expressions.

I hear ... more sounds ... from animals, trees, oceans and ... poems.