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ABOUT MEN
Various men wander the world.
Literally, about two hundred words on this topic.
First, there are real men.
There are very handsome ones, simply brilliant.
Some have legs like sticks. Some are heavyweights.
Some are very serious. And some are just playboys.
Men who tease, men who bore,
Men who are taverns, men who are strays.
There are supermen. There are hedgehogs in shorts.
There are strange guys and master athletes.
There are eccentrics. There are academics.
Men who are pragmatic, men who are polemic.
Some are written with a capital letter. Some are written with a large number.
Some are absolutely not waiting for a rhyme.
A man who says, "I'll get married," and a man who says, "Never!"
A man who always holds the coat.
There are classmates, there are groupmates.
Men who are saviors, men who are defenders.
Always alluring and sleeping nearby.
A man who can captivate with a single glance.
And simply the end of everything – the excellent student,
The accountant man, Vasek the border guard.
But there are no two identical ones in the world.
We have understood something about this subject.
Soft and naive are the men-pillows.
Casanova whispers nonsense in your ear.
The family man is quite predictable.
And at seventy, he will still be an ideological man.
The jealous man will simply annoy you.
The man-scab will never leave you alone.
The man-sine is always fluctuating.
And the man-minus has no advantages.
The ideal has a huge heart.
The old pepper has a soul on a latch.
The men with foggy eyes are terrible.
The men with sleepless nights are beautiful.
The old man has a simple nature.
And the athlete has a large figure.
The young student has half the country in his eyes.
The super-agent has a desire to abandon everything.
There are conversations in gazebos with the young man-iamb.
But the sweetness of victory is with the man-stamp.
Men behave differently.
We have seen all sorts of things from them.
The man-alarm clock will wake you up at dawn.
And at night, the glutton climbs into the refrigerator.
He will protect you from snow, from rain, from hail.
The annoying but necessary man-ruberoid.
The man-seducer will drive you crazy.
The man-trickster will put you in your place.
The boy-atheist will make you repent.
The man-off-roader will take you to the taiga.
The man-cigarette burns with passion.
The man-eraser has been erased from memory.
Here is our Don Juan, he has disappeared somewhere.
Why did the man-exchange replace us?
What does a man need who doesn't know
Where and why he is leaving now?
How long will we be provoked to do things
By men who are making concessions to us?
Stuck, as if in a jungle, in impenetrable words,
We are looking for you, tender, inviting, and passionate.
A man-hero and a way to escape boredom,
A young man-holiday and strong arms.
We need more men – good and diverse!
Fewer talkative, stupid, and idle ones!
Let us note on behalf of the women of the Earth:
We have done everything we could for you!
We are mothers, lovers, sisters, friends,
Medicines and children, dreams and spouses.
You are our protection, reliable shoulders,
Deep thoughts, passionate speeches.
You are the pride of Victory. You are the keys to the heart.
You are pebbles in the windows, you are songs in the night.
And you know, it's great, even if it's not easy,
To captivate the eternally gloomy man-cosmos,
To spit on the bald head of the man-figure,
And to cause a stir in the entire Higher League.
Don't put the man-book to bed with you,
Leave the boy-chip to your friends,
And the greatest happiness is to jump up in the middle of the night
Hearing the ringing of the man-tamagotchi.
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DO NOT LIGHT A CANDLE! A poem written at night...
How many days are left?
All these days are yours.
Just keep warming
With the light of your love.
Just be with me
As long as I have strength,
So that I will never
Live without you.
I can't be alone –
I'm too used to being together.
Just don't leave.
Be in my air.
I scream into the void,
I whisper into the darkness:
Don't light a candle!
Don't light a candle!
Just open the window
And let the day in for me.
I've been waiting for you for a long time –
I've been looking all night…
If you are here with me,
Then love is alive.
Just stay, linger.
Don't say a word!
Various men wander the world.
Literally, about two hundred words on this topic.
First, there are real men.
There are very handsome ones, simply brilliant.
Some have legs like sticks. Some are heavyweights.
Some are very serious. And some are just playboys.
Men who tease, men who bore,
Men who are taverns, men who are strays.
There are supermen. There are hedgehogs in shorts.
There are strange guys and master athletes.
There are eccentrics. There are academics.
Men who are pragmatic, men who are polemic.
Some are written with a capital letter. Some are written with a large number.
Some are absolutely not waiting for a rhyme.
A man who says, "I'll get married," and a man who says, "Never!"
A man who always holds the coat.
There are classmates, there are groupmates.
Men who are saviors, men who are defenders.
Always alluring and sleeping nearby.
A man who can captivate with a single glance.
And simply the end of everything – the excellent student,
The accountant man, Vasek the border guard.
But there are no two identical ones in the world.
We have understood something about this subject.
Soft and naive are the men-pillows.
Casanova whispers nonsense in your ear.
The family man is quite predictable.
And at seventy, he will still be an ideological man.
The jealous man will simply annoy you.
The man-scab will never leave you alone.
The man-sine is always fluctuating.
And the man-minus has no advantages.
The ideal has a huge heart.
The old pepper has a soul on a latch.
The men with foggy eyes are terrible.
The men with sleepless nights are beautiful.
The old man has a simple nature.
And the athlete has a large figure.
The young student has half the country in his eyes.
The super-agent has a desire to abandon everything.
There are conversations in gazebos with the young man-iamb.
But the sweetness of victory is with the man-stamp.
Men behave differently.
We have seen all sorts of things from them.
The man-alarm clock will wake you up at dawn.
And at night, the glutton climbs into the refrigerator.
He will protect you from snow, from rain, from hail.
The annoying but necessary man-ruberoid.
The man-seducer will drive you crazy.
The man-trickster will put you in your place.
The boy-atheist will make you repent.
The man-off-roader will take you to the taiga.
The man-cigarette burns with passion.
The man-eraser has been erased from memory.
Here is our Don Juan, he has disappeared somewhere.
Why did the man-exchange replace us?
What does a man need who doesn't know
Where and why he is leaving now?
How long will we be provoked to do things
By men who are making concessions to us?
Stuck, as if in a jungle, in impenetrable words,
We are looking for you, tender, inviting, and passionate.
A man-hero and a way to escape boredom,
A young man-holiday and strong arms.
We need more men – good and diverse!
Fewer talkative, stupid, and idle ones!
Let us note on behalf of the women of the Earth:
We have done everything we could for you!
We are mothers, lovers, sisters, friends,
Medicines and children, dreams and spouses.
You are our protection, reliable shoulders,
Deep thoughts, passionate speeches.
You are the pride of Victory. You are the keys to the heart.
You are pebbles in the windows, you are songs in the night.
And you know, it's great, even if it's not easy,
To captivate the eternally gloomy man-cosmos,
To spit on the bald head of the man-figure,
And to cause a stir in the entire Higher League.
Don't put the man-book to bed with you,
Leave the boy-chip to your friends,
And the greatest happiness is to jump up in the middle of the night
Hearing the ringing of the man-tamagotchi.
Added after 48 seconds
:) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Added after 23 minutes
DO NOT LIGHT A CANDLE! A poem written at night...
How many days are left?
All these days are yours.
Just keep warming
With the light of your love.
Just be with me
As long as I have strength,
So that I will never
Live without you.
I can't be alone –
I'm too used to being together.
Just don't leave.
Be in my air.
I scream into the void,
I whisper into the darkness:
Don't light a candle!
Don't light a candle!
Just open the window
And let the day in for me.
I've been waiting for you for a long time –
I've been looking all night…
If you are here with me,
Then love is alive.
Just stay, linger.
Don't say a word!
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