As stars fade slowly
In the radiance of the sun gold,
We were each other gave way,
Having become an autumn leaf,
– Each carried his alarm
In our house without disturbing.

We welcome all met,
Walking without a care for every feast,
One smile answered
At the tympanic bell and the term lira,
– Each carried his sadness
In our already sad world.

poets, knights, Asker,
Sage philologist with a pile of books…
Suddenly, for the icon lamp – rocket shine!
for the preacher – joker!
– And everyone carrying their bouquets
In our already large flower garden.

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Marina Tsvetaeva
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