Memoirs of the life of carotid
It leads me to the shelter of the alleys,
Where fragrant night dusk
Worryingly sweet nightingale…
There, where we prayed hot,
Where cute profile, gray eyes
summer lightning, flashing bright,
I gave out whenever…
There, Where are we, in years past,
We loved to sing songs
And these songs, young
Night sky confide…
And we were then lured into darkness
Then, that somewhere in heaven
And on earth lived silent
Bliss in the stars and flowers,
And each flared ZARNITSA
We could talk about secrets
And these secrets - Fiction
himself overhear… and love!
8 May 1899
St. Petersburg
