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Vse, chto mozhet trogat' serdtse, napolnyat' i vozvyshat' dushu, est' poeziya. - N.A. Bestuzhev

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     NOTTURNO*

Noch' tiha... Edva kolyshet
Veter temnye listy.
Grud' moya tomlen'em dyshit,
I toskoj polny mechty...

Zvuki divnye nesutsya,
Slyshu ya, v tishi nochnoj:
To zamrut, to vnov' pol'yutsya
Garmonicheskoj volnoj.

Vot vdali mezhdu kustami,
Svet v okne ee mel'knul...
Kak by zharkimi ustami
YA k ustam ee pril'nul!

Noch' by tseluyu v zabven'e
Vse lobzal ee, lobzal...
I slezami upoen'ya
Grud' mladuyu b oblival...

No odin ya... Grustno, skuchno!
Ogonek v okne pogas...
Gluho kolokol dokuchnyj
Progudel polnochnyj chas...

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* Noktyurn  (ital.).