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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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Decline

Has not darkened yet, I will put a glass
On a table from glass – in him clouds float.
I will pour a tart moisture and a long drink
I will be forgotten. You nearby will sit down. Then
I will get tired to look at a heavenly blue,
But eyes I will not close – ask – do not ask.
Decline on glass – I will dilute heat
And again, as before, I will fill a glass.
Be silent! Well it is not necessary senseless phrases.
I heart have got tired. Soul has burnt.
Do not torment, be not angry, do not scold and do not ache.
Take me for a hand. Bitterns with me.

01.05.07.

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31.05.2007 20:47 has very much reminded Ahmatovu. But it is faster plus. One but: to me the irritation, than grief or despondency was more experienced. A rhyme excellent, gallantly. As a whole very good verse.
Ksjusha Gunka (Gunja)


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