N. Zabolotsky
Kissed, bewitched,
Once married with the wind in the field,
All of you, as if in chains,
My precious woman!
Not funny, not sad,
As if descended from a dark sky,
You and my wedding song
And my star is crazy.
I'll bend over your knees
I will embrace them with fierce strength,
And tears and poems
I will burn you, bitter, dear.
Open my midnight face
Let me enter these heavy eyes,
Those black oriental eyebrows
In these hands are your half-naked.
What will increase will not decrease
What will not come true will be forgotten ...
Why are you crying, beauty?
Or is it just my imagination?
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| Pieces | 182 |
| Size | 728x676 |
| Complexity | simple |
| Added | чаща |
| Published | 11/6/15 |
| Players | 25 |
| Best time | 00:10:47 |
| Average time | 00:35:40 |
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