Window

Recently dark season,
When the desert moon
The path of vague Tecla,
I saw - virgin window
One sat pensively,
I am breathing in a secret fear of breast,
She anxiously looked
On the dark path under the hills.

I'm here! - whispered hastily.
And the maiden trembling hand
The window opened timidly ...
Moon covered in darkness. —
“happy man! I said longingly:
Fun awaits you one.
Well sometimes when evening comes
And I open the window?”

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