Pierced by an arrow, the heart — PAIN, pain, pain
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov
...windows, both in the evening and at night —
For lonely women and even young girls
...they are like icons to them!
To ask and to plead:
"Help me!"
...in the windows — the DISTANCE...
In the distance, there is so much
Of all the princes,
Of the destined ones...
All their paths are known!
...yes, and... the window — an icon
With kind eyes
Of sorrowful glass...
"Help me!"
"Whisper it!"
"Where... where is he now... MINE?"
...in the dark, glassy icon...
Reflected with frantic eyes
Is an image —
Yours, with a masculine trace...
...and sometimes the glass — the icons
Weep with cold vapor...
...a woman’s finger draws
In their tears,
In the fogged-up pane,
A heart pierced by an arrow —
PAIN... pain... pain.
Pierced by an arrow, the heart PAIN, pain, pain
© Copyright: Фёдоров Сергей Фёдорович, 2026
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