Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin. (№ 357797)

In Khorasane there are doors
Where roses sprinkled the threshold.
There lives a brooding peri.
In Khorasane there are doors
But open those doors, I could not.
In my hands quite a force,
In her hair is gold and copper.
Peri's voice gentle and beautiful.
In my hands quite a force,
But doors I could not unlock.