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How I write my poems? Here there is no rule. Simply, happens, flies on me something, and the hand already starts to write out flourishes. It, certainly, depends on mood (the mood sad, upset is necessary, even apathetic). Or I "light up" idea, I solve, about what I shall write, and then I sit and I think out, I think out … And still very much I like to alter verses.
"Historian-robber" - pride and beauty of my creativity. I have not invented any character, is not casual in " The Historian … " have put a phrase " absolutely all heroes nevymyshleny ". By the way, it was born very spontaneously, " business was in the evening, there was nothing to do ".
Here my favourite poems. The rhyme sometimes limps, but they mostly transfer feelings which to a rhyme, on mine diletanskom a level of poetry writing, are not subject.
The past you will not return,
And with us there is only an ashes.
A leaf of a paper new turn over,
But you do not write, you are sad …
As all unsuccessfully.
On a shower so it is gloomy.
In life there is no happiness.
Heart waits for a bad weather.
To crying not from an onions
That is why that the boredom
In my soul walks,
It with might and main confuses.
And it I do not suffer all:
I hope, I trust, I wait … I love!
That from a life to wait?
In fact there is nothing.
It promises to us only tears.
But only here sobing precipitately,
We do not understand direct threat.
The Life will approach to you slowly.
The life to you will construct happiness small town.
Well, and then will push on edge diligently
As though the lesson answers.
Threat of a life is a life itself.
Also it is necessary to live,
and lives to not be afraid,
And to build lives new houses
Where the life could, playing to enjoy.
For that from a life to wait?
Yes there is nothing.
We in a life need to sob only,
But so that tears of drop it is not precipitate. The mooner path said,
That on the Chinese calendar
I am a cat Has disposed so.
Therefore with youngerh days
I Consider lions for friends! 
Probably, you know a song " Learn at school ". On its motive I have thought up another - " As go to school ".
You for partoju sit, speak Nothing.
Again the two has received,
And in fact you know:
In a diary in fact at you the
Whole collection of These dvoek,
What you do not abuse yourself?
At a lesson from you to Sense a zero - only chatter.
The discipline is broken awfully.
At a board would speak,
Iks on igrek would divide,
Only you on a place only such brave.
Quickly give me the diary,
I Think already has got used
Observation to receive every minute.
And what for you so live,
learn Nothing,
Really to learn a lesson so difficultly? In the fifth class on music, after listening a fragment from Musorgsky's opera "Hovanshchina" "The Dawn on Moscow-river ", the task to write about the impressions has been given. That I also have made:
The Dawn on Moscow-river
Sparks in the distance are visible.
it is fast absolutely rassvetet,
But still stars in the sky are visible.
but here and the sun rises:
Sparkles, as though sings.
and here an at dawn fog,
In it birds fly by.
and new day comes,
People leave houses.
the sun all in vys and in vys goes:
Yes, new day comes!
