М.И. Цветаева - Бузина
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Buzina flooded the whole garden! An elderberry is green, green, green than mold on a can! Green, that means summer at the beginning! Sineva - until the end of the days! Buzina of my eyes green! And then - in the night - Kostrom Rostopchinsky! - In the eyes, red from the elderberry bubble trill. Rear measles on his own body for all your porridge, a lazor, crumbling measles of an elderberry - until winter, until winter! What kind of colors are divorced in small berry sweeter than poison! Kumach, wax and hell - a mixture, coral small beads shine, baked blood taste. Buzina is executed, executed! Buzina - a whole garden flooded the blood of young and clean blood, the blood of the fiery twigs - the funny of all the blood: the blood of the heart is yours, my ... and then - the grain waterfall, and then Buzina is black: with something plum, with something with something. then sticky. Above the gate groaning a violin, near the house, which is empty, a lonely buzin bush. Buzina, crazy, I'm crazy about your beads, Buzin! The steppe is a hunhuza, the Caucasus is Georgian, give me a bush under the window of an elderberry. Instead of palaces of arts, only this buzin bush ... News of my country! Because of the berry - an elderberry, my childish thirst for my crimson, because of the tree and because of the word: Buzina (to this day - night ...), poison - absorbed in a glass ... Buzina Bagrov, Bagrov! Buzina - she took the whole edge into the paws. My childhood is in power. Something like criminal passion, Buzin, between you and me. I would be a disease - I called Buzina ...