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"Not
years..." -
That's what the blacksmiths shove us in response
On our fears of a raven
and drink dew to spicy
Hanging on the stems on the weight
with Almamins on the nose,
And each -
tiny green poet.

"Not
years..." -
That's what rings
as if a handful of coins,
In the pocket of the cosmos, he drove the handful of planets,
that's what you want, not diligent,
all unfamiliar trams
That's what the guy twist writes on the sand,
That's what's like a blue spring,
a little bit of a vest
With a falling asleep on the temple.

Not
years.
We all,
falling sidura in herdity
invent old age
But what life is
When is she self-set?
Shopi any old man
And in it you will find a mischievous,
And women are elderly -
All these girls are gray.
Their seeds are clean, like an apple color.

Not
years.
There are only wonderful and scary moments.
No need to divide us for genera.
All-power -
Here is the geniine sends.
Dupled Pushkin Duel Pistol,
And the smoke from the blow did not blow away
And Pushkin did not give out,
not allowing neither die
Neither to step.

Not
years.
And how should we be
non-agency
But still long-suffering,
to make cabinets
uncomfortable
With a sullen rumble of the collapse,
threshing trivial,
did not fall his own skeleton?
Be in love.
Be eternal in moments.
All those who love -
This is a genius.

Not
years
For all Romeo and Juliet.
In love half aim -
Polish.
Love -
not aged -
Here are all green grasshoppers advice.
There is
news,
And not bad, but good,
that there is another life,
But I laugh
assuming
that hundreds of lives are not in another, but in this
and you can bope hundreds of times
And again bloom.

Not
years.
Not sleeping,
Although a long time went out in the apartment light
And only creaks a decrepid stool:
"Not
years...
No
years..."

July 18, 1992, Station Winter
Evgeny Yevtushenko.
Rostov-on-Don: Phoenix, 1996.