I see the evening, the room Angleterre,
I see brush cut hands, frozen heart
As the ink was not in the secretaire,
And on the table, pen in his blood.
ESENIN
He wrote saying, "...to die is not new,
But to live, of course, not newer today".
And now I see it again of you
As in the loop is hanging out Sergey.
ESENIN
Wriggling drowning feet And wheezing,
grabbing air through the mouth,
Over the three lighted candles reading
And a paper with of lord
ESENIN
Esenin
© Copyright: Эмануэльф Сладенький, 2014
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