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Nesomnennyj priznak vsyakoj horoshej knigi - eto tot, chto ona nravitsya tem bol'she, chem chelovek stanovitsya starshe. - G. Lihtenberg
POSLEDNYAYA BOR'BA
Nado mnoyu burya vyla,
Grom po nebu grohotal,
Slabyj um sud'ba strashila,
Holod v dushu pronikal.
No ne pal ya ot stradan'ya,
Gordo vyderzhal udar,
Sohranil v dushe zhelan'ya,
V tele - silu, v serdtse - zhar!
CHto pogibel'! chto spasen'e!
Bud' chto budet - vse ravno!
Na svyatoe providen'e
Polozhilsya ya davno!
V etoj vere net somnen'ya,
Eyu zhizn' moya polna!
Beskonechno v nej stremlen'e!..
V nej pokoj i tishina...
Ne grozi zh ty mne bedoyu,
Ne zovi, sud'ba, na boj:
Gotov bit'sya ya s toboyu,
No ne sladish' ty so mnoj!
U menya v dushe est' sila,
U menya est' v serdtse krov',
Pod krestom - moya mogila;
Na kreste - moya lyubov'!
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