I...
I entered instead of a wild animal into a cage,
Burnt out the term and a nickname in a barrack,
Veins at the sea, played a roulette,
Had dinner, features knows with whom, in a dress coat.
From height of a glacier I looked the half-world,
Three times sank, three times was strut.
Has thrown the country, that me has reared.
From forgotten me it is possible to make city.
I loafed in the steppes remembering cries of hunn,
Put on on itself, that once again enters into a style,
Sowed рожью, coverlets black tol barns,
And not saws only dry water.
I have let a blued pupil of an escort in the dreams,
Guzzled bread изгнанья not leaving crusts.
Allowed the communications all sounds, besides howl;
Has passed on whisper. Now to me forty.
What to tell me about life? That appeared long.
Only with mountain I feel solidarity.
But while to me in a mouth have not hammered clay,
From it the gratitude will be distributed only.
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