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On the river’s bank I mended
Boats and oars and carved her name.
Yet I dropped my sweetheart’s ring
In the depth of foaming waves.
Likely doomed by cruel parting,
As her mother once foretold—
Fish stole both the ring and love,
Leaving sorrow, leaving cold.
Sadness pushed me to the meadow,
There the river mocked my tale:
"She's found someone else already"
Echoed softly down the vale.
So no more I'll join their dancing,
Let them laugh and jeer at me,
For I'm marrying those chimes now,
Singing waves, they'll set me free.
Под венком лесной ромашки С. Есенин
© Copyright: Александр Юрьевич Стругов, 2025
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