Белая Гвардия - Последняя сказка
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They were silent for a long time out the window who accompanied you ...
Unrequited impurities - all that remains for us ...
You flew over the world, and the world fell asleep,
The sun burned with a candle of twelfth autumn.

Autumn. Clouds are floating. Flowers dry out.
Time mutters something and treats with needles of numbers.
And you are already high, you are so high! And from that height
Our games, dreams, pedestals are only scattered beads.

Autumn. Deaf houses. Empty yards ...
I turn on the moon, go to bed. Not sleeping. I do not believe.
A stack of a book about death, about what later, about paths and worlds.
Only books about death, and crying about loss.

Crying, swim, autumn song, last fairy tale
Falling from the maple of the sheet.
And to you neither the door nor the bridge.
From the canvas of the starry sky
The paint is slowly flowing ...
Crying Switch, autumn song, last fairy tale ...