Girlfriend idle thoughts,
my inkwell;
My age diverse
I adorned you.
How often each fun
With you forgot
Conditional hour hangover
And festive glass:
Under the shade of the hut modest,
The languid sadness hours,
Were you in front of me
With a lamp and a Dream. —
In moments of inspiration
To you I have recourse
And Musa urged
On the feast of imagination.
Transparent, light smoke
Nosylsya on you,
And with trembling alive
In it a quick succession
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my treasures
At the bottom of your concealed.
Thee I have dedicated
recreational pursuits
And laziness reconciled:
She's your girlfriend.
With success you learned
Unknown ... Hermit
Your treasured crystal
It keeps the fire of heaven;
And by night, when
Pen on the book wanders,
Without the sluggish labor
It is in you
The ends of my poems
And fidelity of expression;
That sounds or words
unexpected coincidence,
The caustic jokes salt,
The Truth harsh syllable,
The strangeness of a new rhyme,
hitherto unheard.
With fools tearing clothes,
I cheerfully branded
Zoila and ignorant
Spot your ink ...
But they are not bred
No secret malice foam,
No poison of slander.
And the simplicity of heart
neither flattery, not izmenoj
I do not mess with you.
but here, in the bosom of laziness,
I hear the gentle fine
Caring friends ...
Shall they forget,
Friends of my soul,
And they are faithless?
Leave, sometimes leave
familiar venture,
I typist, and chorea
For prose mail.
Minutes hladnoy boredom,
cardiac cavities,
discouragement separation,
everlasting dream,
My hope, the senses
without flattery, without art
Paper pass ...
careless loquacity
And windy and tender
They comfort the heart ...
Carefree son of nature,
While the golden years
I spend into oblivion,
With me inseparably
live safely,
my Napersnytsa.
When the shore of hell
At age will take me,
When at the age asleep
Pen, my joy.
And you, in the corner of an empty
Osirotev, ostynesh
And always forsake
Poet quiet home ...
Chad, my dear friend,
You will dull;
Last whether hi
Favorite of former years. —
thirsty, empty,
Between two of his paintings
Ostanʹsâ century NEMA,
Decorate his fireplace. —
demanding light
Eyes do not attract,
But true poet
remind friends.
