Сергей Минаев The Тёлки. Два года спустя, или Videotы

Thanks & regards людям, которые инспирировали рождение некоторых героев этого романа

Андрею Рывкину

Ирине Петровой

Фуаду Ибрагимбекову

Денису Попову

Анатолию Тупицыну

Петру Гуленко

Роберту Минасяну

Жоре Павленишвили и People

@ Padla production poker club:

Мише Семизу

Ованесу Баграмову

Leave me dreaming on the bed

See you right back here tomorrow

For the next round

Keep this scene inside your head

As the bruises turn to yellow

The swelling goes down

And if you’re ever around

In the city or the suburbs

Of this town

Be sure to come around

I’ll be wallowing in sorrow

Wearing a frown

Like Pierrot the Clown

Placebo. Pierrot the Clown

Maybe, maybe it’s the clothes we wear

The tasteless bracelets and the dye in your hair

Maybe it’s our kookiness?

Or maybe, maybe it’s our nowhere towns

Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds

Maybe it’s our looseness?

But we’re trash, you and me

We’re the litter on the breeze

We’re the lovers on the streets

Just trash, me and you It’s in everything we do It’s in everything we do…

Suede. Trash

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