Sheet and bed. Production of beds to order. How to place an individual order
“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
Would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.
Don't look at her wrists
And flowing silk from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And accidentally found death.
I didn't know love was contagious
I didn't know love was a plague.
Came up with a slitted eye
The bully went crazy.
Sing, my friend. call me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss each other
Ah, wait. I don't scold her.
Ah, wait. I don't curse her.
Let me play about myself
Under this bass string.
The days of my pink dome are pouring.
In the heart of dreams of gold sums.
I touched a lot of girls
Many women pressed in the corner.
Yes! there is the bitter truth of the earth,
I peeped with a childish eye:
Males lick in line
Bitch dripping juice
So why should I be jealous of her.
So why should I hurt like this.
The freer, the louder
Here and there.
I won't end myself
Go to hell.
To your pack of dogs
It's time to forgive.
Darling I'm crying
Sorry Sorry…
"Sorokoust"
A. Marienhof
Blows, blows the death horn!
How can we be, how can we be now
On muddy haunches of roads?
You, lovers of song fleas,
Would you like to suck on a gelding?
It is full of meekness of muzzles to celebrate,
Like it, not like it, take it.
It's good when the twilight teases
And they pour it into your fat asses
Bloody broom of dawn.
Soon freeze with lime will whiten
That village and these meadows.
There is nowhere for you to hide from death,
There is no escape from the enemy.
Here he is, here he is with an iron belly,
Pulls five to the throats of the plains,
Leads the old mill with his ear,
He sharpened his flour-grinding scent.
And the yard silent bull,
That he spilled his whole brain on heifers,
Wiping the tongue on the spinner,
I sensed trouble over the field.
Oh, not from the other side of the village
So the harmonica cries pitifully:
Talia-la-la, tili-li-gom
Hanging over a white window sill.
And the yellow autumn wind
Is it not because, touching the blue with ripples,
As if from horses with a comb,
Comb leaves from maples.
He goes, he goes, a terrible messenger,
The fifth bulky thicket aches.
And the songs yearn more and more
Under the frog squeak in the straw.
Oh electric sunrise
Belts and pipes deaf grip,
Se hut wooden belly
Shaking steel fever!
Have you seen
How it runs through the steppes
Hiding in lake mists,
Snoring iron nostril,
On the paws of a cast-iron train?
On the big grass
As at a feast of desperate races,
Thin legs throwing to the head,
Is the red-maned foal galloping?
Dear, dear, funny fool
Well, where is he, where is he chasing?
Doesn't he know that living horses
Did the steel cavalry win?
Doesn't he know that in the fields of the radiant
That time will not return his run,
When a couple of beautiful steppe Russians
Did you give a Pecheneg for a horse?
In a different way, fate repainted at the auction
Our splash, awakened by the gnashing,
And for thousands of pounds of horse skin and meat
Now they are buying a steam locomotive.
Damn you, nasty guest!
Our song will not get along with you.
It's a pity that you didn't have to as a child
Drown like a bucket in a well.
It's good for them to stand and watch
Paint mouths in tin kisses, -
Only I, as a psalmist, sing
Above the native country "Hallelujah".
That's why in the September skelete
On dry and cold loam,
Head smashed on the wattle fence,
The rowan berries were covered with blood.
That's why the sadness has grown
In the busts of talyanka voiced.
And a straw-smelling man
He choked on a dashing moonshine.
"Don't grieve, dear, and don't gasp"
Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to dick
Don't get sent to hell!
"Yes! Now it's decided. No return"
Yes! Now it's decided. no return
I left my native fields.
They will no longer be winged foliage
I need to ring poplars.
My old dog is long gone.
I love this elm city
Let him be flabby and let him be deaf.
Golden drowsy Asia
Rested on the domes.
And when the moon shines at night,
When it shines ... the devil knows how!
I walk with my head down
Alley to a familiar tavern.
Noise and din in this creepy lair,
But all night long, until dawn,
I read poetry to prostitutes
And with the bandits I fry alcohol.
Heart beats faster and faster
And I say out of place:
“I am the same as you, lost,
I can't go back now."
The low house will stoop without me,
My old dog is long dead.
On Moscow's winding streets
To die, to know, God judged me.
"The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen"
The wind blows from the south
And the moon has risen
What are you, whore
Didn't you come at night?
You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
“Our life is a sheet and a bed,” - it’s hard to argue with this line from a poem by Sergei Yesenin. We spend a considerable part of our lives in a dream, and our well-being, mood and health depend on the quality of rest. One of the main conditions for good sleep is the right bed. If you have a non-standard project, use the service of making beds to order.
It's hard to argue with this. We spend a third of our lives sleeping. And our well-being is largely determined by the quality of rest. The main condition for healthy sleep is the right bed. Pay attention to the size and shape of the base, transformation mechanisms and functionality, orthopedic properties of the mattress. Last but not least, the design. The bed is the center of the bedroom, the main element of the interior. The general mood of the room depends on its aesthetic qualities.
The reasons may be different: the unusual geometry of the room, the need to equip sleeping places for children, furniture individual project hotel or inn, simply unwillingness to have serial standard furniture. Making beds to order provides for any changes in the design of the product, from design to the height of the backrest or legs.
Making beds to order in Moscow is one of the directions of the furniture factory OTTO STELLE. When ordering, you can specify the size and shape of the base, orthopedic properties, design features of the project, availability drawers for linen and lifting mechanism. Our designers will help you with the choice of materials to bring your ideas to life.
How to place an individual order?
- Decide on a foundation. As a base, we use frames from the array valuable breeds wood, plywood or MDF. The probability of deflections and breakage in such structures is practically absent.
- Choose a mattress. The most popular are mattresses without springs or with independent spring blocks. In the first case, fillers from environmentally friendly materials are used: holofiber, latex, coconut milk and orthopedic foam. In the second case, there are springs inside the mattress, placed in special fabric covers. Due to them, the load on the spine is significantly reduced.
- Evaluate alternative options. For hotel rooms, you can order a two-layer construction - a box spring. The bottom layer consists of solid wood and plywood, the top layer is the actual mattress. These beds are easy to move, transform two single beds into double beds. They have gained popularity due to their durability, low cost and individual design.
- Consider headboard design. This is one of the most important details of the bedroom interior, on which the overall concept and decor of the room as a whole depends. At OTTO STELLE, it is possible to manufacture a custom-made bed with a headboard without screeds, with a rectangular or carriage screed. Leather, suede, jacquard, velor, etc. are used as upholstery materials.
- Calculate bed dimensions. Our specialists will fulfill your wishes in terms of dimensions with high accuracy. bed. You can choose any option to choose from: compact or large; single or double; rectangular, round or odd-shaped beds.
- Choose your favorite design. We are always glad to unexpected ideas, fresh views on everyday things. In the production of beds, we involve well-known designers in the work, we fulfill any dreams. Do you want an original headboard decoration in the old Russian style? Need a baby crib in the shape of a ship? The client's desire is the law, we are ready to select ready-made items from the catalog or create an exclusive project.
Entrust the manufacture of beds and other custom-made furniture to the specialists of the OTTO STELLE factory, for this, contact our manager in Moscow. Our masters offer big choice ready-made options, assemble according to photographs and sketches of customers, test products in the Italian CATAS laboratory. We are always waiting for you in our showroom, where you can appreciate the elegance and quality of our furniture with your own eyes.
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"The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen"
The wind blows from the south
And the moon has risen
What are you, whore
Didn't you come at night?
You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
Not! We eat others!
“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
Would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.
Don't look at her wrists
And flowing silk from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And accidentally found death.
I didn't know love was contagious
I didn't know love was a plague.
Came up with a slitted eye
The bully went crazy.
Sing, my friend. call me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss each other
Young, beautiful bastard.
Ah, wait. I don't scold her.
Ah, wait. I don't curse her.
Let me play about myself
Under this bass string.
The days of my pink dome are pouring.
In the heart of dreams of gold sums.
I touched a lot of girls
Many women pressed in the corner.
Yes! there is the bitter truth of the earth,
I peeped with a childish eye:
Males lick in line
Bitch dripping juice
So why should I be jealous of her.
So why should I hurt like this.
Our life is a sheet and a bed.
Our life is a kiss and a whirlpool.
Sing, sing! On a fatal scale
These hands are a fatal misfortune.
You know, fuck them...
I will not die, my friend, never.
“Rash, harmonica. Boredom ... Boredom "
Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...
The harmonist pours his fingers in a wave.
Drink with me you lousy bitch
Drink with me.
Loved you, scourged -
Unbearable.
Why are you looking so blue splashes?
Do you want it in the face?
In the garden you would be stuffed,
Frighten crows.
Tormented me to the liver
From all sides.
Rash, harmonica. Rash, my frequent.
Drink, otter, drink.
I'd rather be that busty one over there, -
She is dumber.
I'm not the first among women...
a lot of you
But with someone like you, with a bitch
Only for the first time.
The freer, the louder
Here and there.
I won't end myself
Go to hell.
To your pack of dogs
It's time to forgive.
Darling I'm crying
Sorry Sorry…
"Sorokoust"
A. Marienhof
Blows, blows the death horn!
How can we be, how can we be now
On muddy haunches of roads?
You, lovers of song fleas,
Would you like to suck on a gelding?
It is full of meekness of muzzles to celebrate,
Like it, not like it, take it.
It's good when the twilight teases
And they pour it into your fat asses
Bloody broom of dawn.
Soon freeze with lime will whiten
That village and these meadows.
There is nowhere for you to hide from death,
There is no escape from the enemy.
Here he is, here he is with an iron belly,
Pulls five to the throats of the plains,
Leads the old mill with his ear,
He sharpened his flour-grinding scent.
And the yard silent bull,
That he spilled his whole brain on heifers,
Wiping the tongue on the spinner,
I sensed trouble over the field.
Oh, not from the other side of the village
So the harmonica cries pitifully:
Talia-la-la, tili-li-gom
Hanging over a white window sill.
And the yellow autumn wind
Is it not because, touching the blue with ripples,
As if from horses with a comb,
Comb leaves from maples.
He goes, he goes, a terrible messenger,
The fifth bulky thicket aches.
And the songs yearn more and more
Under the frog squeak in the straw.
Oh electric sunrise
Belts and pipes deaf grip,
Se hut wooden belly
Shaking steel fever!
Have you seen
How it runs through the steppes
Hiding in lake mists,
Snoring iron nostril,
On the paws of a cast-iron train?
And behind him
On the big grass
As at a feast of desperate races,
Thin legs throwing to the head,
Is the red-maned foal galloping?
Dear, dear, funny fool
Well, where is he, where is he chasing?
Doesn't he know that living horses
Did the steel cavalry win?
Doesn't he know that in the fields of the radiant
That time will not return his run,
When a couple of beautiful steppe Russians
Did you give a Pecheneg for a horse?
In a different way, fate repainted at the auction
Our splash, awakened by the gnashing,
And for thousands of pounds of horse skin and meat
Now they are buying a steam locomotive.
Damn you, nasty guest!
Our song will not get along with you.
It's a pity that you didn't have to as a child
Drown like a bucket in a well.
It's good for them to stand and watch
Paint mouths in tin kisses, -
Only I, as a psalmist, sing
Above the native country "Hallelujah".
That's why in the September skelete
On dry and cold loam,
Head smashed on the wattle fence,
The rowan berries were covered with blood.
That's why the sadness has grown
In the busts of talyanka voiced.
And a straw-smelling man
He choked on a dashing moonshine.
"Don't grieve, dear, and don't gasp"
Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to dick
Don't get sent to hell!
"Yes! Now it's decided. No return"
Yes! Now it's decided. no return
I left my native fields.
They will no longer be winged foliage
I need to ring poplars.
My old dog is long gone.
I love this elm city
Let him be flabby and let him be deaf.
Golden drowsy Asia
Rested on the domes.
And when the moon shines at night,
When it shines ... the devil knows how!
I walk with my head down
Alley to a familiar tavern.
Noise and din in this creepy lair,
But all night long, until dawn,
I read poetry to prostitutes
And with the bandits I fry alcohol.
Heart beats faster and faster
And I say out of place:
“I am the same as you, lost,
I can't go back now."
The low house will stoop without me,
My old dog is long dead.
On Moscow's winding streets
To die, to know, God judged me.
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