Gone are the days of the random
And the indifferent night,
AND, but, remembers me
the, I want to tell you,
the, what happened in the dream.
City evening was for me,,
Rain began to drizzle.
Long away, at the edge,
There, where the sky, charter cover
Actions and thoughts of my fellow citizens,
It fell into the swamp, –
There blushed streak of dawn.
City left,
I walked slowly down the slope
Small built-up streets,
AND, it seems, my friend with me.
But if he went,
It was silent all the way.
Am I asking to keep silent,
Or he was sad set,
Only, strangers to each other,
Miscellaneous We have seen:
He saw a hired droshky,
Where young and bald dandies
Painted women hugging.
It was also not alien to him
Maid, Viewers of the windows
Through yellow marigolds…
But all the gray, faded,
And the view from the satellites - also,
AND, right, other desires
his defeated,
When he disappeared around the corner,
He pulled his cap,
And leave me alone
(What I was unspeakably happy,
For what is more pleasant in the world,
The loss of best friends?).
