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When by chance on Sunday
He lost his soul,
The detective was not separation,
Witnesses, he was not looking.
And there were, however, not a few:
Yard puppy wailed,
At the gate stood an old woman,
And the janitor asked for tea.
When he went out slowly,
with the collar, of the gate,
I stared sympathetically from the roof
Glazishchi obmyzganny cat.
You think, also witness?
So he will answer thee!
In the same revelry
his goodness!
30 December 1912
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He landed me a beggar fool,
It comes on the heels, as a friend.
"Where is your money?"-" Carry the tavern ". –
"Where is the heart?"-" to throw into the pool ".
"Why are you need?"-" Togo,
To make it you, like me, frank,
Like me, in humiliation, smirenen,
And most, my friend, nothing".
"What do you climb into someone else's heart?
Go, passes, stay away from!» –
"You think, sweet, There are two of us?
In vain: look, ohlyanys…»
And the truth (Well, given task!)
I look - no one near to me…
The pocket looked - nothing…
I looked into my heart… and Place.
30 December 1913
