Nikolai Maksimovich Minski. (№ 316314)

No matter, you're truthful or not,
Vicious Il net. Cares
Before whom when you stripped the body,
Whose rough caresses it left a trail.
Not the truth - to look for her in vain -
Only the beauty in you I fell in love with.
Love the clouds, stones, Shine of the stars;
The sea is changing, all are well,
And how sometimes, at the sight of the dead rocks
Our spirit, sensing life, and freeze in anxiety -
So lying your eyes says about God,
About all that the world in vain I was looking for.
And will not erase no one's touching
The heavenly sign, the blessing of heaven.