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... In the festive long clothes you, or in mourning, the bay burning scarlet, is not visible against the sun. The one whom we called in the name of Makalaure called us from the sea, we slept at night on a bare sandy day. We will meet the day ...

Forget the names, only the face and souls are loving,

Be impassive like the sea - it will not reject you.

I look at the course of time past me.

Is it conceivable to become colder - like a house without fire,

Like a stone flooded with a tide, like ice on the water, -

But the wind from the east is so strange, and to be trouble.

The dark bottom under the feet of the sandy will become a braid -

As if I drove a deer, and he rode into heaven.

We live in a narrow circle of time, and from it

There is still no way out for anyone.

Even the fallen stars who do not live, do not shine,

Having rested under the ground, they will return to the circle again,

Even foam waves absorbed into the sand,

Irrevocably riveted to fall again at the feet,

Even pale horsemen in the wild snow of war

Turning away in flight from time to time is not free.

But now it's summer, and swan is flying home,

And the grass turns into stone, finding in order,

There was still no way out of the limit -

Maybe I will be the first, because I almost managed

I almost left the chase, but came here,

He served to the end, only in it there is one water,

And an albatross flies from the storm, her poor messenger, her,

And forever eternal time is wasted.