80-year-old Minskanka Inna Yakovlevna Bronstein invented a pill of despondency. What kind of nonsense, do you think? Do not hurry to make hasty conclusions! We all broke up in a smile, stumbled upon the work of this beautiful elderly lady.
Having survived not one bitter tragedy, losing his son and her husband, this amazing woman began writing poetry. Ironic and mental poems make it smile absolutely everyone who come across.
Do you remember the whiskers "Gariki" Igor Gumorman? Then the editors strongly recommends that you swallow the amazing "optimism tablets" Inna Bronstein, which will become a real medicine for many.
Inna Bronstein
What bliss in the pharmacy come
And there is a health recipe to find.
Bought pills from hypertension,
Side effect in them: dystonia,
Heart attack and bronchitis, stomatitis, arrhythmia,
Constipation, anorexia, leukopenia,
Pemphigus, deprive and other infection ...
Tablets such as I throw out immediately.
And immediately will be suited from a dozen disease.
Hypertension, of course, useful.
What a bliss on the market to walk
And a new jacket one day to buy.
Upda - Mini Bliss Molecule
In the stream of natural imperfection.
And the joy of different will meet more often ...
Do not laugh at the grandmother in the shiny shiny.
What bliss wake up and know
What you do not need to go to work.
And the day coming is very good
And if you are sick, then you live.
And old age is not at all time.
Long live freedom! Hooray!
What bliss in old age years
To go to the toilet with your feet.
And after the opposite goes the way
And quickly under the blanket dive.
And in the morning wake up, wake up and get up.
And again walk, speak and breathe.
What bliss! I know in old age
That all the beauty does not lose its own.
It is impossible to lose what I did not have.
Beauty - worse. But this is their business.
For them, this fitness, diet, suspenders.
I'm sorry for them. Well! Hold the poor things!
What bliss - Remember him -
When you do not hurt anything,
But only, starting to moan from pain,
You can understand such bliss.
You know, if the reason for joy is needed,
That tomorrow everything will be much worse.
What bliss from the bazaar crawling
And in the bag banana awesome carry.
No wonder, doctors argue everywhere
What the tunes of the banana raises us.
How happily in the jungle live monkeys!
And all because the bananas eat.
But the monkeys do not live alone
And they are not fit in warm arms of the relatives.
In excellent from them, I am one constant,
And even today - in an embrace with a banana.
Bliss? What? Think, brothers!
And the lines came up to laugh.
What bliss - hear a call
And in the tube favorite votes,
Male or female, maybe girly
That all is well, and the call is custom.
What bliss - learn and answer!
I do not need more happiness in the world.
Invention Bella's wizard,
O my phone, you are a great deal!
What bliss when in January
Epiphany frost and blizzard in the yard,
And in the house we are good and warm,
And I'm not on the street - I was lucky!
What bliss at the sight of advertising
Think how a lot of hlama is found
Which is not at all needed to me.
I have, I am satisfied quite.
And how much I save, guys,
without buying "Sortie" and gaskets!
But only the question arises reasonable:
And where are the saved millions?
What bliss in the soul and in nature,
When nothing happens to us.
But so that bliss such to taste
Until old age, it is necessary to somehow live.
And after forget that I was waiting for change,
And without incident, crawling gradually.
And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What bliss! Hooray! Guard!
These pricking poems are a real salvation from despondency. Search and find in the life of reasons for joy - this is perhaps the best medicine from all ails!
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