Wild garlic

In the Soviet Union, they did it quietly, unhurriedly, without breathing, without a bang. Four pencils, no farting, no buzzing, no penny, wild garlic, no grief, lying down, trembling, wild garlic. Stirring without a ladle, from the second floor, without a garage, without a crew, without excess baggage, without massage, without editing, without camouflage, wild garlic. For the entourage. Without knowledge of cases, without rebellion. With three knives, two cakes, wild garlic. Without a report, without experience. With the face of a leader, with the soul of a walrus. With the habits of a hedgehog, with the smell of rust. quietly, slowly, without fuss, almost inaudibly, with a slight smile with a warm heart slowly but surely calmly, without unnecessary words with an inner light a little thoughtfully, but clearly with soft confidence carefully, as if for the first time with quiet joy leisurely, enjoying the moment with kind anticipation softly, like the wind light, like the morning thoughtfully, without fuss with warmth in the eyes leisurely