Literary Page - the continuation of a poem by Ivan Barkov and Maliukova Rifnatovicha.

<b>Literary Page</b> - the continuation of a poem by Ivan Barkov and Maliukova Rifnatovicha.

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Continue to print IVAN Barkov. I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU
VOLUME unknown author, which His Nabil on the keyboard and
VOLUME THE MAN WHO threw it on my server. I THINK THAT WILL
WORK Barkov in four more (at least) Release NEWSPAPERS
LIMETREE. LORD WINTER

Letter to my sister

I am writing to you, sister,
Only a true story - not a fable:
I'll tell you exactly in exactly
Step by step on their wedding night.
You imagine it, Sister
Trembling like a dove
I stood in front of him
Before dashing prey.
Like a bird fluttering
Timid heart in me
Then vomited, then died away ...
Oh, how terrible to me.
Night had long since arrived,
In the bedroom dark and quiet,
And only glowed lamp
Before you read one.
Victor suddenly changed,
Has become as if not himself,
Locked the door, turned back,
Threw off his coat off.
Pale and trembling all over,
Since I tore her blouse ...
I timidly defended, he did not listen, undressing.
And shamelessly taking off everything,
He fingered my neck, chest,
Kissed me, squeezing,
Do not let me breathe.
Finally raised his hands,
On the bed laid,
-Lie down a little with you, shaking, he said.
After this lovingly
Began to play with me,
And then quite immodestly
Began to lift his shirt.
And while polegonku,
On my side, he lay down,
He tried to gradually
Something is inserted between the legs.
I struggled, protect,
Fought back with his hand -
At hand was
Someone solid and alive.
And it is not understood me,
Why this has become,
In between the legs of a spouse
Like a rose root.
Victor all my shrinking,
I did not give the rest, my legs pushing
Spine popped back.
I come from a loose power,
To him a push,
But I tried in vain, He did not give me breath.
All sweaty, weary
And he was not able to knock down
I prayed with tears,
Victor began to ask.
So that he did not address
So he thought about
How to take care of me, he swore
Another ex-boyfriend.
But do not heed my cry,
Victor continued to torment:
Something with a crunch gap
Radicle in me pushing.
I shivered from the pain ...
Victor harder I squeezed,
Something seemed to re-lunged
Inside of me. I cried.
Spine is at the same moment
Though in my heart penetrated.
I squeezed the breath
I very nearly screamed.
Then there was that - I do not know
I can not tell you
I thought: start
I seem to die.
After this violent scene
I awoke as if from a dream
From some changes
My heart beat like a wave.
Blood on his shirt then red,
And that hole between your legs
Became increasingly ill and
Where was beaten back.
Curiosity is not a crime,
I remembered the whole thing,
Dopytatsya wanted,
Where did he go back?
Victor asleep to it by stealth
Under the shirt, I hand
Articular ... looking rather ugly
Stub hanging arc.
I looked at him,
He has developed so sad.
Under my arm, diffident
Turned up as a worm.
Me courage to return was not afraid of this beast.
Wanted to punish him
Good to me now.
Grabbed him by the hand,
Beginning of his comb,
Then bend it dugoyu,
Then pulling, pinching.
At hand, he suddenly puffed up,
Stood up and blushed.
Quickly straightened up immediately,
And as a stick hard.
Before I could blink, Victor found himself on me:
Pressed it hurts chest
Kiss on the lips stared.
Stan and wrapped his hand passionately,
Thighs to the sides parted,
And in the heart of a terrible
Radicle pushed back.
Pulled out again, ambushes,
Top and side led,
Then out pulled out,
Then deeper again popped.
And hugged her arms,
All that was, how much effort,
As the screw between the legs
Drove his spine.
I'm like a bird fluttering,
But can not really cry
I dutifully gave,
Themselves to torture and torment.
Oh, sister. I'm glad
That submission was:
For submission to me as a reward
Joy soon came.
I am suffering from this
Has become something to feel
Began to lose consciousness,
Became just fall asleep.
And then came a moment ...
Oh, sister, dear friend.
I am such a pleasure
That felt a sudden.
What to say about the fact there is no force
And the pen can not describe.
I love to death
So to languish and suffer.
During the night three times is
And four, even five
Dear Victor makes
I sweetly tremble.
We go to sleep, the first thing
Husband starts to play with me,
Admire my body,
Kiss and tickle.
That will take my leg
So I suck breast ...
At this time, little by little
His spine is growing.
And what has grown, I'll know
How then should act:
Legs wider pushing,
To drive the deep.
An hour later - the other waking up,
Look My President is asleep.
His bent spine
Is exhausted.
I did poglazhu gently
I will pull and pinch,
It is from this rebellious
Rises again.
My dear Victor wakes up
Kiss between the legs,
Deep in my clogged
Its a wonderful root.
At dawn, when there are so sleepy,
Victor does not give me sleep.
I have to languish,
Until the sun rises.
Oh, how cute
At this time the root
Climbs well
And it becomes like a horn.
I awake choking,
And then begin to grumble,
And then how to play,
I will help her husband.
And the hands and feet
Around him, I obovyus,
With breast-feeding, the mouth with lips,
Then press then press.
And burning with longing,
With my dear Victor
Three times the pleasure
I froze beneath him.
Sometimes during the day happen -
Victor doors on the hook
On the couch with me lies
And inserts the spine.
And yesterday, imagine my sister,
I said my husband.
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I read in the newspaper
On the uprising of the Slavs.
And what are the only flour
They had to worry
When their Bashi-Bazouks
On the count began to plant.
- It's true really hurt?
My mind had to ask.
Husband could not help laughing
I. .. thought of a joke.
- Inflates us daily, and answer me husband that does
not hurt it Prove to you my friend.

I am not a Turk, and, so far,
Friendship with them does not lead,
And on the count, so I can vouch,
And I'll put you.
Grabbed my hands
And on a chair, transplanted,
Dress and jerked his hand
Caught under the seat.
Raised me, straightened
Think of something, and then
Raised the dress and made
On his knees to sit astride.
I sat down and happened
That all came to him:
I found myself at the stake
At his wife.
It came out so interesting,
With no strength to utter.
Oh, it was my pleasure
On it to jump and gallop.
Victor himself, smiling
His joke was trembling
And with a lap enjoying,
I have long been removed.
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- Hold on my friend Annette,
Sleep time for us to not come.
Do not leave us Pillow
And we have time to sleep.
But now is not bad, honey
We have a horse to play.
- As in horses? here is fine.
We are not children, - I replied.
Then he hugged me passionately
And said - surely not.
We are not children, my Milka,
But imagine the same finally
Will you be my filly,
And I'll be a stallion.
I rolled with laughter.
He whispers: I agree.
A hand for success
Rely on the bed.
I bent down, his hands
I firmly clasped.
And I'm right there between the legs
Stub your ambush.
Once again I bathed in bliss
With him in the position of such
All snuggled up tightly,
Forgetting about the rest.
I experienced a great
Fun again
Entire pillow bitten
And fell down on the bed.
Here, his letter ends.
I wish you happiness.
Marry and then
Always be pretty.

O m e n P a and c and d

At the feast degrees in sacred synod
From the congregation from the village of humble
The old woman's complaint was sent
And in it about how they wrote:
Our pop Paissy, we're not happy
Violates the sanctity of all time:
When it comes to women
He eldoyu their consoles.
For example, a girl or a whore
Or a soldier, il widow
Come to him to confess,
Then it is happened.
He cross holy places lower
And it makes kissing.
And he comes back closer
And they began to fuck.
Thus violating the sanctity,
He cut him off us from the faith.
And we do not de saint delights -
Since we are going there not happy.
Was worried the whole synod,
Patriarch himself, vozdevshi palms,
Exclaimed: "judge, to convene the people.
Among us there is no place this stuff. "
The court immediately held fast,
Honest people there was going to ...
And not one widow, the maid
In the morning there were given some water.
Decided unanimously to all Synod
And read out before the people:
Father of irrepressible lust
Truncate promiscuous long beats.
But charity meals
Leave intact mudya.
For peeing
Leave a dick polsvechi.
Penalty that tomorrow to make
And prayer to create.
And to Paissy not run away,
Behind him he saw Churchwarden.
Old woman scolded: "Behold paskudy.
You have dried up all the dishes.
It is high time you die,
Did you kill the poor. "
Not slept all night in the village
Paissy Churchwarden - on the brow
Some wrinkles of his then red -
He was a friend of his regrets.
However, the block produced,
Ax keenly sharpened,
And honestly seven inches measuring out,
Called for the execution of kata-beast.
And Paissy before Plakhov
With lifted his shirt to the person.
A court is not oblivious woes
Rebelled, seeing the ranks of peasant women.
Flashing, Axe dropped ...
With the same eldoy's what happened:
It is the fear all the donkey -
Hatchet flew past.
But pop Paissy scared
And from the blow of an ax
He broke from the place of the frontal
Run set off from the yard.
Three days, he searched everywhere.
After three days they found in the woods
Where he sat on a stump in mudu
Holy hymns sung in delirium.
Year a priest was in confusion.
What kind of prayers did not serve,
But in the hour of confession could not
Poke root between the legs.
Its all sinners sorry
And helped as best they could,
Fill again this way and that
His loosened cock.
Life cut this block
Father Paissy. withered,
Although the former swing
He reached into a sort of affairs.
Now as before, he fornication
And not one already planted ...
But all are for him, readers,
It is time to kiss off.
On the stove came down to the end of the world.
In one corner hung scapular
And so reception led his flock sweet
While the devil in hell is not dragged.
He died on death funny:
Leaning by a dick in the ceiling,
And kosteneyuschey hand
Hold the pussy for the crest.
Tobacco damned do not smoke,
Do not drink wine brethren.
And only girls ebite -
Saints will be like me.

Example of a K y r m h

Prov Kuzmich was little prominent,
In adulthood, solid,
Witty and eloquent,
Only on the dick was unclean.
Fucked with ot'yavlennym art
Deliberately, efficiently, with feeling,
And as for women cavalier
At a special manner.
He first pussy to stroke,
And then on dick priladit,
Gently, he will point, apologizing
And fuck no hurry.
He did not disdain intrigue
Neither the cook nor a dressmaker,
But a lot of society women
Attracted to their mudyam.
Again decided Ladies Choir
Since the tea conversation:
- Prov Kuzmich, the hero-man
With him not Fucking and raspberries.
Again in the fall long ago
Natyanuvshi blanket on her shoulders
Taking lemon, brandy
He got closer to the flames.
Elegant evening was held
Fragrant smoke a cigar
Distracted by his dreams
From everyday hassles.
Suddenly, with swollen drunken mug
Emerged from the hallway
His sleepy footman
Geezer Patrick.
- What are you, old fuck you want?
Prov asked him angrily.
On receipt of the question
He muttered: "you letter with a".
- Cute Provo - letter read -
All the week I was sad.
By the end of all worn out,
From the fact that not eblas.
If you whoremonger, deceive,
To his tung not look within,
So, believe me, not modern,
I'll give the coachman Peter.
Come to me, my dear,
Enjoy your strength -
Fucked passionately thirsty I
In mange the whole, all yours.
Verify here prifrantilsya Kuzmich,
Brought beauty, shaved,
Tighten the conditions in the ring,
It is important to left on the porch.
- Hey, I'll be damned, the driver -
He barked, and the chariot
Picking up the dust on the pavement
Sustained its boom.
He was with her, she in bed
And at the tender her body
Between two fine legs
Shaded down.
Prov Kuzmich cheered,
Closer to his side slumped,
Began to harass the case,
During her pussy miss.
Then, horror of horrors, limp dick.
Sour, puckered foreskin.
Eggs, there is nothing to feel.
In general, the trash, not cock.
Prov Kuzmich my sad
With tears of grief already let,
In dick just is not believing
He trudged silently to the door.
- What are you, my milenok, Ontario?
Ali by a dick is not healthy?
- Ah, Dunyasha, trouble came:
Oteblas my Yelda.

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You're skinny or stout,
Remember: a lady of noble
Do not lie to fuck her,
Just can not stand dick.

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Mulyukov Marat Rifgatovich

OFFERS A NEW CREATION OF MY FRIEND - immortal poem
Without a rhyme But it's good. PROMISE! NEXT TIME
WRITE NORMAL POEMS AND NOT THIS CHUSH.POETOMU READ NEXT ISSUE
LIMEtree.

EVILMAN

HEROES

(The work is situation in practice)

Standing, and heart EKAET
EACH EXTRA rustle
And it seems that Lydia
Patronymic PETROVNA
With PRETOLSTOYU The manuscript
With tremendous PAGES
COME visit poor
Lame STUDENTS
A This is to say U.S..
, And the last black ink,
In his hand trembling EE
Write our names,
And also SURNAMES
In a notebook THIS THICK
And say: "Good!"
But no good ...
IN FACT SAY: "Cloudy ..."
And it gets worse
Towards us.
And we will punish MOST
And pastures from the College
Or lose SCHOLARSHIPS
OR sent to Siberia,
WHERE WILL WE WORK:
TREES REZA saws
NOT POTATO knife
HOW WE ARE NOW cut.
BUT IT'S NOT LIKE ...
EASIER IN FACT THE SAME COURSE
TATER REZA knife
Than trees cut down.
But we do not succumb
To this provocation
And arise TO DEFEND
Greenery.
ABOUT ALL PRINT
In newspapers and magazines
And golden letters
Write in Red Book:
"THE GREATEST HEROES
Hath Nature-Mother ...
Saved the world from DEATH
Two or three Hundred Pines! "
And then surnames
And the list of names,
The reasons
HISTORICAL such a thing ...
WRITTEN so:
"... In their troubles Blame
GREAT Tormentor:
TEACHER FROM COLLEGE
AND MASTER PRODUCTION.
STUDENTS CARROT REZA
(Not so To correctly) ...
And to Siberia Soslan
For this atrocity.
But there they are, my dear,
Sons of their country
Saved by a beautiful forest,
Do not put it hack.
SO PUT THEM THE SAME MONUMENT
With a grand Inscriptions:
"Get up under the banner
COMPANY GREENPEASE!!! "
HEROES OF THIS FEAT
CF Feats
Elias, WHICH MUROMETS,
IL ARNOLD SHVARTSNEYGERRA.
29.11.1995

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