| Still no cold weather, no ice floes.
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| The earth is warm. |
| Red viburnum.
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| And another one fell into the ground
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| A man on Novodevichy.
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| "It must be that he did not know, -
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| An idle folk talks, -
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| Death catches those of us all first,
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| Who pretended to die."
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| If so, Makarych, do not hurry,
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| Drop the pegs, loosen the clamps
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| Rewrite, rewrite
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| Replay - stay alive.
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| But driving men into tears,
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| He took a bullet in his stomach,
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| He crouched to the ground like a faithful dog.
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| And a viburnum bush grew nearby,
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| Kalina - so red ...
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| The death of the very best plans
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| And pulls one at a time.
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| Such a brother of ours has gone into darkness...
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| Doesn't rage and doesn't get bored.
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| And there would be "Razin" this year.
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| Where is nature - Onega, Naroch?
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| All stoves-benches, Makarych!
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| Your boyfriend doesn't live like that.
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| Here after a temporary hitch,
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| Rock squealed through his lip:
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| "Remove from cheeky taboo
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| For what he saw in the coffin
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| All requiems and commemorations.
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| Togo, with a big soul in the body
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| And with a heavy load on the hump,
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| So as not to tempt fate,
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| Take it warm from bed in the morning!”
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| And after the obligatory bath,
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| Clean before God and sober,
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| He took it and he died seriously,
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| More decisively than on the screen. |