the door half open, wafted sweet limes - Akhmatova

the door half open,
Wafted sweet limes ...
On the table are forgotten
Whip and gloves.

Circle of yellow lamps ...
Rustle heed.
Why you left?
I do not understand…

Joyfully and clearly
Tomorrow morning will.
This life is beautiful,
A heart, whether it is wise.

You're quite tired,
fuss quieter, Wilderness ...
You know, I read,
What immortal soul.

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