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На петербургской даче. У моря. Стихи. Саша Черный.

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Автор: admin10 марта, 202410 марта, 20240

Читать онлайн. На петербургской даче. У моря. Стихи. Саша Черный. Журнал “Сатирикон”, 1909 год. На петербургской даче. Промокло небо и земля, Душа и тело отсырели. …

Кумысные вирши. Саша Черный (Александр Гликберг).

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Читать онлайн. Кумысные вирши. Саша Черный (Александр Гликберг). Журнал “Сатирикон”, 1909 год. Кумысные вирши. I. Благословен степной ковыль, Сосцы кобыл и воздух пряный. Обняв кумысную …

Саша Черный. Потомки. При лампе.

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Автор: admin25 января, 20238 июня, 20230

Читать онлайн. Потомки. При лампе. В гостях. Стихи. Саша Черный (Александр Михайлович Гликберг). Журнал «Сатирикон». Потомки. Наши предки лезли в клети И шептались там не …

Послание четвертое. Стих. Саша Черный.

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Автор: admin29 сентября, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Послание четвертое. Стих. Саша Черный (Александр Михайлович Гликберг). Журнал «Сатирикон». №14. 1908 год. Подводя итоги летом Грустным промахам зимы, Часто тешимся обетом, Что …

Послание первое, второе. Саша Черный.

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Автор: admin24 июня, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Послание первое. Стих. Саша Черный (Александр Михайлович Гликберг). Журнал “Сатирикон”. №9. 1908 год. Семь дней валяюсь на траве Средь бледных незабудок, Уснули мысли …

Белая ночь. Стих. Александр Гликберг. Журнал “Сатирикон”.

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Автор: admin11 июня, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Белая ночь. Стих. Александр Гликберг. Журнал “Сатирикон”. №8. 1908 год. Белая ночь. .Слепая и мертвая белая ночь, Душе непонятная, жуткою тайной вся напоенная… …

Александр Гликберг. Балбес. Стихи.

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Автор: admin8 апреля, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Балбес. Стих. Саша Черный (Александр Гликберг). Журнал “Альманах”, 1906 год. За дебоши, лень и тупость, За отчаянную глупость Из гимназии балбеса Попросили выйти …

Саша Черный. Кому живется весело? Стихи.

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Автор: admin8 апреля, 20225 марта, 20230

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Капри. Стих. Александр Михайлович Гликберг.

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Читать онлайн. Капри. Стих. Александр Михайлович Гликберг. Журнал “Альманах”. 1906 год. Синее небо, пыльная зелень олив, Ярко-песочные скалы… Дымкой затянут широкий залив, Узкою щелью сбегают …