Georgy Ivanovich Chulkov. (№ 251122)

What a silence! And birds
And people - all is silent around!
Only stars shaggy eyelashes...
And smell the roses... And the two of us.
And the more painful the memory
About vain and sinful days,
Vlasta strange desire
On uncharted paths.
And it seems that the evil flour -
All this nonsense, and this hell,
Your tiny hands
A touch will heal.