1.
Cigola? And you
Fold the piece of paper in square
careful and make sure that this door does not open inappropriately.
Turn in stone well
The light snow squalid city -
's all but remains
One last little debt.
Remember the man remains to be everything that he does not,
On the Road to chemist, for example,
In the quiet button.
And standing in the cobra mercurial,
Look at the joy of evil
without malice, and not because we are good,
But because life has passed.
2.
There is, in the life of a poet,
A disastrous period, when he flees the heavenly light
It fears the human trial
And from the bottom of the well in the city, miles
Spreading the pigeons, a
Jura horrible oath
to settle the issue as soon as there is an opportunity, but
Thank God, on the veranda of the dacha, where the jasmine
touches his hands, the convulsive
With Vivaldi violin
Learn to fly - and that's the
Vacuum collects height,
E 'soul from the vacuum
falls to the ground and freezes,
But the flowers touch the elbow ...
We know nothing really. We
wink, drink from drunks, break the matches
anxiety and weakness to break dishes -
We are committed to tell the truth in the face
plainly, frankly.
But the verses are not an instrument of revenge,
But a source of honesty Argentina.
(Translated from Russian by Maria Cicognani Wolkonsky)
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