The vampire

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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».

The vampire

Gnash about glass of claws:
Metal sounds.
Light is extinguished, without people
You suffer dark night of a flour.

Voice sweet: «well, start up
We with you so nicely lived ».
Heart is torn from a breast,
You remember – a coffin have driven in.

«Who you?» «I am your wife,
Well be not afraid gentle, lovely.
You see – I one,
To me so it is terrible in that tomb ».

Again a gnash about glass
The wind howls, as hungry.
Someone cries behind a window
Someone tender, free.

And words have broken from lips:
"Come". So it is accurate, distinctly.
And it has stuck a tooth:
«It will be sweet and is pleasant».

1994

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tango

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Diana Mashkov

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