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Every day we pass by buildings
Ignoring hectic look at it,
With every house bears the consciousness
After all, the architect put it in their heat.
Now his creations philosophically contemplate,
How do people put up, and all of a sudden quarrel again
They have long answers to the mysteries of the world know,
How to banish sadness and call love.
But the architect was an ordinary man,
How could so much invested in the building,
With smart home watching us, century after century,
Hand let people not reaching its demolition.
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The talent of the architect was born in the beautiful,
Long before the first utterance of the words,
And learning the basics of life,
All muse party to it.
Now the child prodigy has grown adult,
And in moments of inspiration poet,
He sits and draws sketches for many years,
That city was the birthplace of'm not gray, lean.
Congratulations architect
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What do people feel when going under the arch?
What he sees when will go into the entrance?
When the pass Skyscraper pointing to the sky, like a finger,
And create a shadow us in the cities of those dusty, hot?
We did not hesitate to walk along the avenue,
We were looked upon, in silence, for hundreds of years,
From the windows of the house, created by those who are not,
But the memory of the architects lies eternal vector.
What you need to have the talent,
To leave an imprint in stone with all my heart,
Which is not pomnetsya and wither in no hurry,
Thanks to the architect's not forget, we say.
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Sitting ordinary person,
He dressed so modestly,
But it slows down,
At the pulse of life beating smoothly.
The man - a great architect.
His creations we see every day.
But we do not realize that this is a sector of the soul,
Which does not destroy all and sundry.
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Buildings, houses, line avenues,
And over all of it, of architects,
Eyes without closing, he drew sketches
When all the tourists who buy a visa.
Many years have passed, but what memory is eternal,
Do not forget the creator of this house carefree,
And he stands silently, sparkling windows,
Smiling arch courtyard hugs.
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