For those who left
8 April 2007
The gate is open, the dog does not bark,
the samovar is cold on the shelf.
Who closes a house like this, in a hurry,
and leaves the door to the wind?
Come back, neighbours. The apricots
do not know there was a war.
the samovar is cold on the shelf.
Who closes a house like this, in a hurry,
and leaves the door to the wind?
Come back, neighbours. The apricots
do not know there was a war.
Written this spring. I will not say more.
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