Book Monologues. Verses
Someone it seems to that I too complicate life, that I am pin not enough with readers, and I, opposite, I suffer from the superfluous openness. It is large success, when you are on one wave with reading, but how rarely a like happens in the century of advertisement and clip thinking! I do not aspire to popularity, because I search exactly understanding, but not noise round the proper name. Similarly, I do not participate in poetic competitions, as all of them междусобойны, коньюнктурны and politicized. Author.
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- Name of the Author
- Тимофеева Natalia
- Language
- Ukrainian
- Age
- 16
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