НАСЫБУЛЛИН - Посвящается Есенину
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In the morning, everything later extinguishes everything later
September Pregnant Summer.
And the rye sun paints
In the color of the hair of the Russian poet.
And at night, arguing with a drunken wind,
Maples are tearing holes of shirts,
And throw at the feet of young verbes
Leaves, like heads on the blocks.
This autumn wanders gateway,
Making the evening with ocher and Sangina,
Wandering into once profitable
The mansion, deserted and ancient,
Where shadows resurrect in the darkness,
The noise is Kabatsky, a swearing joke.
Where the poet Sergei Yesenin was
And read poems to prostitutes.
And I lower it on his shoulders
A woman from the bar.
"Young, with sensual grin",
Walk, Sing, damned guitar ...
Why among the crooks and fornication,
From what unbearable pain
He shouted poetry and beat the dishes,
Pouring the soul with alcohol?
And in the window of a shot bird
Maple drops the leaves with verses ...
Ah, cover the dead eye sockets
These dark windows are heels!
... I am now popular gypsies
Sprinkle in their loud choir
About the shallow eyes of the Persians,
About the one who was not on the Bosphorus.