The bottomless sky flowed over the Neva,
And the midnight chimes struck.
I stood there, Peter, with my arms around you,
Where did my thoughts wander?
... Salute blooms fragile flower,
And no one counts volleys,
And a stupid heart trembles like a moth -
Takes off, and melts, and melts ...
It seems that grace has come to earth,
And the black night became white,
But this time I'll make a wish
I didn't have time for next year.
Tipsy wind took out the double bass
And in lips kissing wetly.
Oh, Peter, I'm happy here and now,
And everything else-it does not matter!
Peter. Nothing else matters
© Copyright: Виктория Владиславовна Зиновьева, 2020
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