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Ya ne staryiy, no pover, uzhe sedoy
V nashey zhizni nichemu ne udivlyayus.
Vdrug pripal k devchonke vsey svoey dushoy
I, chto sluchilos, nichego ne ponimayu.
I ya zhdal i dumal, mozhet eto zrya.
Ne byivaet v zhizni to, chto ne byivaet.
Chtobyi vdrug v dozhdlivyiy vecher sentyabrya
Menya kto-to svoim serdtsem sogrevaet.
Holodnyiy vecher. Osenney skazki.
I lunnoy nochyu morosyaschiy zvonkiy dozhd.
On shepchet mne, chto ya u zhenschin vechnyiy gost.
Hot pozdniy chas, a ya vot zhdu, chto tyi pridyosh.
Pod zvon dozhdya, nu ne segodnya zavtra hot.
Postuchali, ya otkryil, a tam ona.
Izvinite boga radi, chto tak pozdno.
Ya lish tolko razobral: "Mne ne do sna...
I odnoy tak nelegko smotret na zvyozdyi"
I ona mne so slezami rasskazala,
Potomu, chto ne mogla uzhe molchat.
"Ya za dveryu tselyiy vecher prostoyala.
Plakala i ne reshalas postuchat.
Holodnyiy vecher. Osenney skazki.
I lunnoy nochyu morosyaschiy zvonkiy dozhd.
On shepchet mne, chto ya u zhenschin vechnyiy gost.
Hot pozdniy chas, a ya vot zhdu, chto tyi pridyosh.
Pod zvon dozhdya, nu ne segodnya zavtra hot. |
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