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Но только к сердцу близко –
Моя Москва;
Но, если ты моя столица,
Моя Украина –
Моя судьба.

А из окна
Твои глаза,
Как сердце
Бьются.

Мне твоя косица
Приснится,
Милая, приснится
Твоя околица
Из моего окна.

* * *

Ты не бойся, я приеду,
Я приеду навсегда,
Ты меня, как прежде встретишь,
Посмотрюсь в твои глаза.

Станет мне опять спокойно,
И ладонями твоими
Я закроюсь от печали,
Чтобы долгими ночами
Все невзгоды мы забыли,
Чтобы ты была спокойна.

Ты дождись меня, не думай,
Что в далекой стороне,
Я когда-нибудь забуду,
Чем обязан я тебе.

Не кори меня – и только,
И не жалко мне нисколько
Все заморские места.
Только будь чуть-чуть добрее,
Пожалей меня, я верю –
Что и ты была довольна.

Three Sketches

At a crossroads
A boy on bike
Was waiting
For the green light.
It took him
Just two minutes,
Was it long?
Where he belonged
It was.
And what was worse,
I was there too,
And missed these minutes.

* * *

My little Browny,
It’s you
That sits on a downtown
Train.
I don’t believe it,
Neither you do,
But you just cowardly
Kiss my shoulder.
And you are free
Indeed.
And me?
I’ll find another one
For kissing,
Another Browny.

* * *

I don’t remember your name,
And I am sure
You even didn’t understand
The melody of mine.
You have your melody –
The melody of time.
And on my palm
There was a dime
To pay you.
It was enough
For you and me
To say
Good bye,
I’ll never meet you.
And
Into the night
He went.

Devotion of Friends

Devotion
Of friends
Is the participation
Of caring
And homeless pets,
Which follow your pace
Along deserted in the heat
Forgotten lifeless street.
On their tail
One never fails
To find
The romance
Of the daring
Faith.
One never fails
To find a loving boy
Who cares
For your emotions.
And you
Can only give him
Love and care
But not the needed life
To live.

In the bar "Pig and Whistle"

The chattering is gone
The music’s far
But in they came
So far,
They never blocked the way
I wish they had.
Another day
And they
Again
Are sitting nearby
And I
Will try
To hide
Behind
The veil.

Sitting in a stone garden

It’s all the same
For me
Just now,
The shadows fade
With time.
The brightness
Of the sunshine
Pricks
The apples of the eyes.
The lips
Are whispering anew
The words they knew.
Sometime.
And I
Enjoying views
Become the part of it.

The men in blue shirts

They wouldn’t let you fly
While
Sitting in a bar
(The door ajar
And noises of the cars
Are
Travelling with star-
Light).
They tell you:
Hi,
And their palms
Are dry
As if
There’s no heat
Indeed.
And I always wish
It were beginning
Of the star-shine.

Drinking cool cola

A dog escaped
From Pet Shop Corner
And it was glad
To run and jump.
Until the owner
Succeeded
Catching it,
And I
Was sitting
Drinking cola,
And thought
It is like me

The coolness of the night.

It comes again
Upon the city
Like a fan
It cools the street
And like a fan
In caring boyish hands
Requires
To walk the miles
Along the Emperor’s grave.