Солдат Семенов - Букет
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Three branched chrysanthemums
On the freezing window
Like nameless phantoms
Living torches in fire

And the blizzard walks along the roads
Standing with a stake around the corner
And he looks through the glass strictly
On this white boletus

But three frosty chrysanthemums
Three snow -white silence
Are solemnly and nemo
Like a sound from a burst string

And you are dusty from the blush
Discouraged in winter
You can't break out of the dance
And the music in you yourself

But I'm already in power
And that all these things are to me
When they break from passion
Flows curly bodies

Dance one but without sadness
Look at white coals
To remember how they stick out
And tsepa and bloomed