How the sun plays in it, laughing!... How scary it is sometimes to watch, How the curved lines melt, How wonderful – she's not with me... She doesn't run down my spine, She doesn't sneak after me into the bushes, And doesn't make bulldog faces, Creeping into my nighttime dreams...
F. Ranevskaya
How scary it is sometimes to watch,
How the curved lines melt,
How wonderful – she's not with me...
She doesn't run down my spine,
She doesn't sneak after me into the bushes,
And doesn't make bulldog faces,
Creeping into my nighttime dreams...