Gulliver In Slavage

   Drive out of my veins, you are the instinct of a thief!
   . CHAPTER #2
   Gulliver sang so interestingly. This boy is not destined to become an adult. But who showed that it"s not bad to be a child. Even if your bare feet step on sharp pebbles, it doesn"t hurt you, but rather even tickles.
  
   The girl giggled and chirped:
   - And you are good, and a very cool boy! How good it must be to be a child!
   Gulliver sang with a joyful smile:
   Tell
   your dreams,
   Share your dreams with me...
   Be yourself
   And open
   In childhood, the door - to memories ...
   Want
   I will take you to the gardens
   Where cherry blossoms
   And your words will not be superfluous there,
   You see -
   We have grown up
   And forgot the places where
   The willows are stroking us with their braids...
   Do you remember - you wanted to go to space?
   And everyone wished to become captains ...
   All this is in us -
   early summer, parks,
   Balls, cotton candy -
   Brother's birthday...
   Happiness yard neighbor Anton -
   All day at the lake, at nine - at home ...
   Who stole my time?
   And around - everything turned gray suddenly ...
   Where did the breeze go
   Sea sand,
   Veranda with grapes and that
   Kiss with a hail of emotions -
   I need to return!
   I want to stay
   Where there are no tears
   And where did we laugh -
   Under a flurry of summer thunderstorms...
   Tell
   your dreams,
   Share your dreams with me...
   Be yourself
   And open
   In childhood, the door - to memories ...
   I often dream of silence! ..
   She is one
   Wandering in the yards
   From the memory of the lost!
   And then it seems
   What's the matter even
   Not in five-story buildings unpainted!
   We are older...
   Above on the roof fathoms
   Those castles of dreams -
   Their towers...
   So unpleasant closer
   So cold with us...
   And dreams
   Stop being colored
   And they smell like steel!
   I wish I knew how to leave them...
   Where
   To sit out our eyelids?
   Where are these Hermitages ?..
   And where is friend Misha?
   And who is now
   Talk about Tsoi
   And his thaw?
   Balls of gossip grandmothers
   With string bags
   The immortal "Maybe" is ours,
   Kostya's shirt is non-replaceable,
  
   From Turkey
   ponytail tangled with jokes,