- God's angel, winter morning
- the door half open, wafted sweet limes
- Why pretend you
- When the moon is a hunk of melon chardzhuyskoy
- I do not need odic rati
- Muza
- Murka, do not walk, there owl
- He loved
- there are days in the spring before such
- I do not love your request
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