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Hans Zatzka It's like spring blossoms in my soul!



Woman - tenderness, sing to me for happiness,
It's like spring blossoms in my soul!
And teach me to live in the present,
I awoke from a vague dream ...

A woman is a mystery, a strange thing,
Luck was not smiling for a long time ...
As from Eden, you flew in,
And seduced, as if in a movie.


In the garden of roses


Woman - sweetness, you are tempted
For, without that, a sophisticated soul.
You are an obsession, you revelation!
Irreversibly, pray or sin ...

A woman is joy, hopes come true,
And the soul was inspired by the joy,
Exempt from tight clothing,
Overstepping the darkness of the border ...

Woman is wisdom, you are consolation
In the life of the poet - a blessed nectar.
You are a rapture, you are an inspiration,
Blessing a trembling gift!

Alexander Tronin



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And this, girls, we all have a Guardian Angel.
And let our sins be so small that he can deal with them.))


Vladimir Kush Millenium Watchman

Paul Cezanne The Jas de Bouffan



Marci McDonald. A woman's skirt is a banner ...



Her beautiful outfit looked like a successful toast: long enough to emphasize everything basic and short enough so that the audience did not lose interest.

MARTTI LARNY: The Fourth Vertebra, or the Rascal,


The noble masculine dignity consisted in the fact that a man always knew what and how to do.
He called it morality.
But the woman guessed that, in the opinion of a man, one must do it.
This was called internal sensitivity.

MARTTY LARYNEY. "Beautiful Pig."





A woman's skirt is a banner, for which men, like loyal soldiers, are ready to march anywhere.





How illogical men are! Pessimists are sure that all women are easy-minded, optimists, on the contrary, would like it to be so.

MARTTY LARYNEY. "Beautiful Pig."



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A rainbow over Paris ... A girl-spring, Heart, soul, joy, came out of the courtyard ...

I flew in the spring and with the birds, as requested, Mr. Poet! )))
Oh what a beauty - it's spring again!
May she be kind to us!


Above Paris is a rainbow ... Girl-spring,
Heart, soul, joy, came out of the yard,
Looks, smiles, I forgot everything,
Life starts again, I'm frozen in my dreams.

The feeling of love trembling instantly revived,
A childish sweet babble (what happened ?!)
To her I say try a stupid compliment,
But in words I get lost and give a bouquet.





How did it appear in my hands,
From the rainbow rolled, swam in the clouds?
All in perplexity, I was confused,
Just an obsession, a crisis of being.

I stand, I think, the girl is gone,
I'm completely confused, says his wife:
"Thank you for the bouquet, gentle flowers,
I feel happy, and you! "

Igor Nikolayevich Frolov





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