Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. (№ 290347)
But when the day was silent sounds
And ascended above the city the moon
You suddenly wrung her hands,
Became so painfully pale.
Before you shyly and timidly
I was silent, dreaming about one thing:
To the gentle violin sang
And you of Paradise in gold.
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MegaMozg 12-06-2017 / 13:50
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