WITH. AND. Levitskoy
Someday, not soon, I'll meet you…
May be, life will open Star Trek…
forgive me… By your speech sounds
I could relax the heart and soul…
Silence - all… What empty words?
I ask one: why life is given to you?
To always raced lyrics unearthly,
So that in every heart died out silence…
Spring 1898
St. Petersburg
