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2020-01-06 14:46:37 +01:00
Moscow windows
Here again, the sky darkens heights,
That's windows were lit at dusk.
I live here my friends.
And breath zataya,
At night I gaze windows.
I can dream under the windows,
I can, like books, to read them.
And the precious light of storing,
And fermenting and enticing,
They are people who look at me.
I, as in previous years, again
Under the window thy stand ready.
And in the light of its rays
I always hurry faster
As for the meeting with my youth.
I admire you at night,
I wish the windows, I wish you happiness ...
He is dear to me these many years,
And it clearly is not -
Moscow Windows unquenchable light. 1956