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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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I will die – and let me will condemn

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I will die – and let me will condemn,
Will disassemble, will spread out to spare parts:
From whom took what loans,
With whom fire was, and with whom – a bad weather.
For God's sake! To me there will be no business
Before, that tomorrow people will tell
Let will discuss about what did not sing
And the one who a pain was yesterday's.
I will die – there will be only a word. 
Let will not name it mechtoju.
Let me will condemn and it is severe.
Nevertheless it is better, than anything!

18.04.07.

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31.05.2007 21:09 the Interesting poem on the sense. Besides, something in the spirit of Ahmatovoj or Tsvetaeva. The theme of the poet and poetry has flown. Clings sense, rather than riches of a syllable more.
Ksjusha Gunka (Gunja)


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