The poet Vladimir Sokolov.1928 -1997
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Away from all the Parnassus
From the petty vanities
With me again Nekrasov
And Athanasius Fet .
They sleep with me
In my village deaf .
They have healed me
The classic verse.
Sound , chasing chimeras
Empty pampering
Transparent sizes
Ordinary words .
And it is good to me ... In dolah
Fly frosty dawn.
High lunar cold
Are breathtaking.
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