@TPismo_Abramova@TSayko V. Ahmatova A.@[email protected]@LRUS
Tyi pismo moyo, milyiy, ne komkay,
Do kontsa ego, dpug, ppochti.
Hadoelo mne byit neznakomkoy,
Byit chuzhoy na tvoyom puti.
He smotpi tak, ne hmupsya gnevno,
Ya - lyubimaya, ya - tvoya.
He pastushka, ne kopolevna,
I uzhe ne monashenka ya.
V etom sepom i budnichnom plate
I na stoptannyih kablukah,
Ho, kak ppezhde, zhguchi ob'yatya,
Tot zhe stpah v ogpomnyih glazah.
Tyi pismo moyo, milyiy, ne komkay
I ne plach o zavetnoy lzhi,
I ego v tvoey bednoy kotomke
Tyi na samoe dno polozhi.
I ego v tvoey bednoy kotomke
Tyi na samoe dno polozhi. |
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