I'm laughing! I run up up. Giving up
They cones, sand, vyzzhu, we dance
Among the graves - the invisible and higher…
shout: "Hey, Fekla! Fekla!"- And they
wind, embarrassed, do not know,
Location bumps, laughter and sand…
It accelerates the step, not forgetting
Wobble backwards quickly, and she,
Clinging tightly to the tunic, nearly
Run runs after him…
Hey, Goodnight!
AND, running out on a steep cliff,
I reflected in lake… We see
other other: "Hello!"- I scream…
And the voice of beauty - forests
Coastal me responsible: "Hello!»
shout: "Goodbye!"- they shout: "Goodbye!»
Only silent lake, dragging mists,
But clearly it reflects
And I, and all my allies:
white night, and God, and the firmament, and pine…
And thoughtful white night
It carries me home. And the wind whistles
The hot face. The car is flying…
And my room is white morning.
It's all over: on books and tables,
And on the bed, and armchair,
And in the letter tragic actress:
"I'm all tired. I'm all sick.
Flowers do not please me. write…
Forgive me and burn this nonsense…».
And languid words… And long handwriting,
Tired, her tired trail…
And languor flaming letters,
How bright stone in black hair.
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