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... Block - "The Stranger" ...
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Stranger
Block AA
In the evenings on restaurants
Hot air is wild and deaf,
And governs shouting drunken
Spring and noxious spirit.
Far above the dust lanes,
Above the boredom of country cottages,
Little gilded pretzel bakery,
I hear a baby crying.
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And every evening, for the gates,
Wringing bowlers
Among the ditches are walking with the ladies
Tested wits.
Above the lake creaking oarlocks
I heard a woman scream,
And in the sky, everything habituated
Meaningless bevel drive.
And each evening one only
In my glass reflects
And moisture pungent and mysterious
Like me, humble and stunned.
A number of neighboring tables
Waiters sleepy stick,
And drunks with eyes of rabbits
«In vino veritas!» Cry.
And every evening, at the hour appointed
(Or is just a dream to me?)
Girls' camp, silks caught,
In the misty moving window.
And slowly, passing between the drunken,
Always, without the satellites, one
Breathing perfumes and mists,
She sits by the window.
And blow ancient superstitions
Its elastic silk
And a hat with ostrich feathers,
And in the rings narrow hand.
And the strange proximity clad,
I looked through the dark veil,
And I see the enchanted shore
Fascinated distance.
Deaf secrets entrusted to me,
I have someone served with sun,
And all my soul bends
Pierced tart wine.
And the ostrich feathers bent
In my swing brain
And the bottomless blue eyes
Blossom on the far shore.
In my heart lies a treasure
And the key is entrusted only to me!
You're right, drunken monster!
I know: the truth in wine.