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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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Doll

I silly, I jealous,
I became absolutely another –
Not proud, not the obstinate:
You will want, I will be bent by an arch.

Obedient and got tired
Has reconciled without words to destiny,
In you and love gone,
I have confused the world with you.

I soft. I am sensitive.
I long on a decline of day.
I — a doll your rag.
What for to break me?!

1995

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VERY MUCH IT IS PLEASANT TO 01.03.2007 11:59 ME, I LIKE VERSES ABOUT DOLLS, DUSHOJU THE DOLL... THOUGH... OUTWARDLY TOO SAME AT TIMES
Dasha


01.04.2007 22:02 Super, very much it was pleasant to me. In general ljulbju verses about dolls.
Anja


15.08.2007 23:38 sometimes... All of us dolls...

This verse has hooked on me....
Anneta


18.11.2007 00:10 Is more tremendous! Very strong poem! Thanks.
MARGO


11.02.2008 12:36

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