Children leave the city.

Illustration to the poem in the format 40 to 50.
Acrylic, acrylic and prose.

Children leave the city.
to the Mother.
Children leave the city every March.
A house with computers, beds,
In the morning I threw Dickens and Duma.
If there was always a shortage of cakes and cakes,
The children are stolen by orphanage.
flowing through the forest,
Writing letters to parents with a nightmare
on the mouths that are moisturized in the earth.

Adults
with hundreds of concrete,
They go down, sleep, and count rubles.
The children are leaving the city.
in March.
by hundreds.
No one escaped.
not found.

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