There is unnecessarily depressing and very well, while still watching this spring illusions that touches the acme of hypocrisy and falsehood. Not a glimmer of light through the dark blanket of clouds, not a mere ray of sunlight pierces the veil nubica, not a glimpse of blue sky can be seen in the serious press in the gray immensity of its altitude.
In these days full of restlessness, in the most high of its meaning, the only thing left to do is devote yourself to reading the poet's many resources, the jockey of goats, the terrorist of the pen or the penalty , as appropriate. Many times, in fact, one could or rather should commit to something else, but this is one of my favorite activities, so I'm delighted to exorcise my problems calling on those who had the worst, or so said the poet breaks pencils Kyrgyz Aligolok Barganov.
This poem is taken from the term "natural", also known as a period "of ducks." We may note, below, as The young scribe is astonished vision of creation.
Ducklings 
lying on the grass I look at the calm waters
peaceful sott'al only contemplate tutt'il
river ducks quietly sailed on, "but that beautiful"
"those are not ducks but ducks"
acid acts or the naturalist
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