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On the green lawn little boy
catching up with each other, frolic with might and main, - "Short Course" and other ridiculous books
they are unknown ... and - boys, as in paradise,
at the winding river, forgetting everything -
oshalev from freedom - grab for ...
and, fooling around, laughing like little children, - the bell ...
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catching up with each other, frolic with might and main, - "Short Course" and other ridiculous books
they are unknown ... and - boys, as in paradise,
at the winding river, forgetting everything -
oshalev from freedom - grab for ...
and, fooling around, laughing like little children, - the bell ...
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I am not a poet - I am a pilgrim:
at the turn of the millennium
I, fleeing to ancient Rome,
suddenly appear on the internet
and again somewhere I run
through endless frauds -
I cannot find anywhere else
words of love,
so about the main thing
say without knowing shame
You alone in the world - from nowhere to ...
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at the turn of the millennium
I, fleeing to ancient Rome,
suddenly appear on the internet
and again somewhere I run
through endless frauds -
I cannot find anywhere else
words of love,
so about the main thing
say without knowing shame
You alone in the world - from nowhere to ...
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I can't find peace from love.
Day and night - I'm always on the road.
Shakespeare, 27th Sonnet
It barely gets dark, I go to the bald patch,
where on the benches sit in flocks
merry ephebes ... and, hesitated,
on someone hold my eyes ...
And this someone - Vova or Vanya,
Valera, Vladislav or Vadim -
to me...
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Day and night - I'm always on the road.
Shakespeare, 27th Sonnet
It barely gets dark, I go to the bald patch,
where on the benches sit in flocks
merry ephebes ... and, hesitated,
on someone hold my eyes ...
And this someone - Vova or Vanya,
Valera, Vladislav or Vadim -
to me...
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Going to Nowhere from Nowhere ...
Instead of versts - expired days ...
I'm tired of the blue fornication,
and the soul longs for love.
My horses were tired - they became.
Ahead is a blazing sunset.
I looked around - my path sweeps
red clown - yellow leaves ...
Behind shoulders - cities and years ...
Meetings ...
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Instead of versts - expired days ...
I'm tired of the blue fornication,
and the soul longs for love.
My horses were tired - they became.
Ahead is a blazing sunset.
I looked around - my path sweeps
red clown - yellow leaves ...
Behind shoulders - cities and years ...
Meetings ...
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Stop -
I love you so much...
Shakespeare, 96th Sonnet
Leaving you
to come back again ...
Come in
to leave again ...
Here -
I did not have time to look back
and you're on the road again ...
And again I wonder: where are you?
And again
I do not sleep at night ...
a little smoldering fire cigarettes:
jealous, suffering, love ...
You are young ...
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I love you so much...
Shakespeare, 96th Sonnet
Leaving you
to come back again ...
Come in
to leave again ...
Here -
I did not have time to look back
and you're on the road again ...
And again I wonder: where are you?
And again
I do not sleep at night ...
a little smoldering fire cigarettes:
jealous, suffering, love ...
You are young ...
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autumn beaches are deserted and bare,
and it was fun here, laughter was heard ...
cold waves crash into moles,
and seagulls crying shrill about those
cheerful and young, left the sea -
returning to the troubles ridiculous country:
no Vova and Yura, Sergey and Toli, - the summer is over ... where are you guys ...
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and it was fun here, laughter was heard ...
cold waves crash into moles,
and seagulls crying shrill about those
cheerful and young, left the sea -
returning to the troubles ridiculous country:
no Vova and Yura, Sergey and Toli, - the summer is over ... where are you guys ...
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a century at the end ... pull out - and again
I look at photos of friends ...
here is Tolik (smiles) ...
here is Vova ...
and here we are in Kabardinka, and Andrew
on the background of the sea - looking serene
(in Afghanistan, he will die in a year,
and it will be autumn, and Comrade Brezhnev
will look from the poster on the people
and I...
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I look at photos of friends ...
here is Tolik (smiles) ...
here is Vova ...
and here we are in Kabardinka, and Andrew
on the background of the sea - looking serene
(in Afghanistan, he will die in a year,
and it will be autumn, and Comrade Brezhnev
will look from the poster on the people
and I...
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The era of allegories is over -
friends are carried away by the wind of change ...
Anatoly married Yura ...
Volodya - cop ...
Valera is a businessman
and founder of two Associations,
or maybe Funds ...
hell will understand them,
when such a change of scenery
all over the country - living in America ...
Lover of our ...
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friends are carried away by the wind of change ...
Anatoly married Yura ...
Volodya - cop ...
Valera is a businessman
and founder of two Associations,
or maybe Funds ...
hell will understand them,
when such a change of scenery
all over the country - living in America ...
Lover of our ...
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