The black night of the lonely halt,
Pierced by a sharp flame of pain.
I beg you, my dear, my sweetheart,
Don’t remember us with disdain.
All the stars have been quenched for all time,
The universe silent and still,
But know that your image will shine
In hearts that with love ever fill.
Sleep calmly, my gentle angel,
A sentinel guards your deep rest,
And the black night of the lonely halt
He will not let anyone test.
In memory of Irina Zarutskaya.
The black night of the lonely halt
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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