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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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To a rage

Leave. Do not stand at a door.
You simply do not approach me.
I like you without a measure
You laugh, cry, groan.

Well, farewell! What? You can not live
Without me? You it throw.
You to me, the darling, do not approach.
I like you to a rage.

1995

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