Milovatskaya Nastya

Milovatskaya Nastya

Wolf. She-wolf howling at the moon, Wolf in the pack alone. Let the evil she let the daughter of vice … I do not understand her guilt. And a pack of wolf-curses Wolf howling, soaring. Listen and look around, Howl as it flies to the moon! Only the moon understands it, After all, how lonely she-wolf, And also — the evil and the daughter of vice. She-wolf crying, but singing, In her eyes there is no evil and pain Only eternity there reflected And her lord only Wind And her mistress Moon Wolf from birth beast-killer, And perhaps because Wandering gray wolf, Davey’s not anyone … Her heart — the heart of the war, But under the skin — the body steel; As a wise man — always calm, Once the eye is lit crystal … Her every day — a battle Each step is facing disaster; And does not know pity and regret Huntress steel jaws. The dog that Fins Every day in your home, Do not compare with it, Can not be compared because What can not be bliss Everyday the game … Love the wolf will not yield Poesy no passion. Let her rude manners, But it is only at first glance. Know that the wolves — Monogamous - Dogs also love everybody.