Цитата:
Сообщение от Ika-Ika
January 19, 1971.
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I will die in the Epiphany frosts
I will die when the crackling birch
In the spring of terror will be complete:
At the churchyard the river will flood wave!
From my flooded graves
The coffin will emerge, forgotten and dull
Break with a bang
and in the darkness
Uplyvut terrible wreckage
I do not know what it is ...
I do not believe in eternal peace!
Nikolai Rubtsov.