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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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"Servants". (Performance R.Viktyuk)

«Gloves, these gloves».
Rustle of leaves and flexibility of dreams.
The bared dream rudiments,
The burnt song of winds.

Your hands and your fingers
Braid a bouquet in a spiral.
Look and at lips zarsja
Mouth muscles – a gold distance.

Grow fond of beauty without a sort,
Admire without superfluous words.
Bodies flight is feelings freedom,
Dance of hands is a shower love.

1994

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