Pyatnadtsat let ona zhdala ego lyubvi,
Pyatnadtsat let on byil slepyim,
I vot seychas prozrel,
Pyatnadtsat let ona mechtala: "Pozovi",
A on robel, a on ne smel, a mozhet ne hotel.
Ona byila sovsem drugoy pyatnadtsat let nazad,
Prekrasnoy, vetrennoy, shalnoy, zhivuschey naugad.
I vot vnezapno ponyal on, chto blizhe serdtsu net,
Chem ta, kotoraya chuzho-oy byila pyatnadtsat let.
Naverno glupo, no kogda on prosheptal:
"Prosti, chto pozdno ya prishel skazat tebe lyublyu"
On dlya nee dalyokim i nenuzhnyim stal,
Kak-budto vse pyatnadtsat let promchalic vo hmelyu.
No hmel proshla, proshla toska, razbilsya hrupkiy shar
V kotorom nezhnosti zhdala ranimaya dusha.
Oskolki bolshe ne nuzhnyi i boli v serdtse net,
On opozdal vsego lish na pyatnadtsat let.
Pyatnadtsat let ona zhdala ego lyubvi,
On opozdal vsego lish na pyatnadtsat... |
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