In separation

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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».

In separation

I again one, I in mute apartment
Among red and pink tea roses.
To me so it is boring here, in the ideal world
Among sad dreams and sad dreams.

I with itself – as winter with snow,
I am silent all the day long and a floor of days I sleep.
If I am sick – I love and luxury.
If is not present – I wander and without words I sing.

I the became for a long time a silent shade,
But I do not know dobroju or malicious.
I – a stupid mix bezrazlichja with laziness,
And the reason that we separately with you.

1998

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