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Lyudi perestayut myslit', kogda perestayut chitat'. - D. Didro
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Kazhdyj den' po-novomu trevozhen,
Vse sil'nee zapah speloj rzhi.
Esli ty k nogam moim polozhen,
Laskovyj, lezhi.
Ivolgi krichat v shirokih klenah,
Ih nichem do nochi ne unyat'.
Lyubo mne ot glaz tvoih zelenyh
Os veselyh otgonyat'.
Na doroge bubenets zazvyakal -
Pamyaten nam etot legkij zvuk,
YA spoyu tebe, chtob ty ne plakal,
Pesenku o vechere razluk.
1913
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