Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin. (№ 247035)

Are you still alive my old lady?
Alive and I. Hello to you, Hello!
Let flowing over your hut
That evening ineffable light.
Write me what you, concealing anxiety,
Sad helluva lot about me
You often go on the road
In an old dilapidated shushune.
And you in the blue evening gloom
Often seen thing well:
If someone in pub brawl
Slammed under the heart of the Finnish knife.
Nothing, dear! Calm down.
This is just painful nonsense.
Not that I'm bitter drunkard,
So, you're not seeing to die.