Boris Alekseevich Chichibabin. (№ 319096)

I fell to the ground with the unknown star
With dream star on a stone ground
Where, as I live, old do not accept
Neither the gravity of the mundane, neither friendship nor enmity.
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I mean, the star, the day of my birth,
A well without water and the oak tree without acorns?
This l I love the rough world of men,
As from childhood I love animals and plants?
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How can I live on earth, with nothing earthly not arguing?
Yes will my dreams childlike
And not betray ever the Christmas star,
Where I fell to the ground of evil and misery.