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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 would grow fond of you...

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I would grow fond of you,
Yes it is a pity – not time.
Well has not developed. And destiny
In me does not believe.
It spat on mine
Stremlene in the sky.
Do not exist for it
Dreams and nebyl.
All here is predetermined for a long time,
All – a victim to a life.
And feelings – to feelings all the same.
They are forgotten.

17.09.05

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