He left the great Russian poet
Not deny
from each of the last lines -
from the most hopeless and shivering
of the actress.
Do not give up
from the life of a hasty,
from children's unnecessary jumps
and of blasphemy.
Do not give up -
"Not one step, do not it for us eh?"
Perhaps, with the erring, liars ...
My every bush!
In my darkest hour,
Although absurd,
Poetry I have not betrayed,
not forsake.
I have my life
expressed in the confessional.
But on the whole world broadcast confession.
All admit.
Crowd shriekers
waiting, laughing at the door:
"Kus him, cous!
All that said, sighing, certified.
Do not deny.
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