Alexander Vertinsky. (№ 379255)

With great tenderness, for it will soon be gone from all
I often wonder who gets Your laughter?
And delicate range of subtle feelings, and the young heart heat,
And Your body rose Bush - which I loved so much.
Wild and naughty fantasies take off,
And cute bugs swarm
Your ironic and bitter mouth,
Laughing over him.
And all Your passion, all the sins
The abyss with the feelings of gliding,
And my letters and my poetry,
Which are impossible to forget!
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Because it is not necessary to pluck flowers
And in the cages to torment the birds
Because it is impossible to keep love
Falling prostrate before her.