Пётр Старчик - Марина Цветаева - Молитва царицы
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Poem about the royal family (fragment)

The monastery on the mountain.
Prayer on the bark.

That birch did not know
Roads on the edge,
What's in severe frosts
Then I show my own

- Siberian "cinnamon" -
Belila and saved -
So that the Russian queen
I wrote a letter on it

- Thank you for everything -
Heavenly King.

That road did not know
With birch on the edge,
Why gray -bearded
The old man - a knife - bark

Cut off. - so that in the cell is cramped,
Home -shaped hand,
German princess -
Slavic prayer

Drawing on a sheet
Siberian birch bark.

What she asked about
Ditches on the edge ...
Prayer for Russia:
For the homeland - yours -

Mine ... from mosses of Siberian
According to Crimea cypresses:
For each malicious man -
And yet the pet ...

To the one who is on the grief -
Prayer on the bark ...

That birch stood -
Russia on the edge,
- For Tyn, for captivity, for tears -
Thank you for everything.

And if not enough - captivated,
And if there is a lot - Tyu ...
Name the price of me yourself ...
And if you say: son

Under the tip of the pen
Corns are barking ...

That Russia stood -
Cliff on the edge.
- And if you say - son ... -
Thank you for everything
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Birch is on fire ...
Flies, prayer flies ...
The birch bark remained
For centuries - more faithfully granite.