I have learned, oh my oracle!
Not patterned variegation
CuX nepodpisannыh caracul,
But the sharpness of fun,
But the cheers of wicked,
But evil mockery
And recriminations ... so wrong,
And this charm of living.
With melancholy involuntary, admiringly
I reread you
And I cried with impatience:
It's time! to Moscow, in Moscow today!
Here the city prim, sad,
Here speech - ice, Heart - granite;
There is not a frivolity cute
our music, our Fresh, neither Harith.

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