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The poem always was for me the form of expression of feelings. In two-three stanzas finds room much – the overflowing emotions asking on will of thought, impetuous passion. Not having possibility to give vent to this all on a paper, for a long time would descend suma from an overabundance of feelings. And so – anything, it was possible to consult. Improbably it would be desirable, not spending, certainly, not deserved analogies to repeat thereupon Sergey Yesenin's words: «as to other autobiographical data, - they in my verses».

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You could understand me

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You could understand me,
Yes has not understood.
You could embrace me
In a white field.
In wood would manage to withdraw,
Yes on an icy cold.
You could rescue me,
Yes has not coped.
Do not quarrel, my friend, now,
Do not swear.
You can believe – simply believe,
Is not present – repent.
I – not that you wanted,
I – another.
I will not leave destiny,
Escaping.
In the world to me it is more important than all
Sheet of paper:
In him salinity of all seas,
Vivacity of a moisture.
In him both calm, and good fortune.
And stradane,
In him a happy life a smooth surface
And priznane.
You not in me have beheld that!
Well, annoyingly.
You leave my side-altar?
Here and good …

01.05.07.

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31.05.2007 20:58 Me about salinity of the seas has touched (not clearly what exactly would be desirable to tell) and about "side-altar". So the verse has liked me, sincerely. The rhythm already another, rather than in the first verse, pleases it.
Ksjusha Gunka (Gunja)


01.06.2007 23:45 All is perfect. Your verses are very touching and the present is felt...
Vlad


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