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BITTEN,
or a sad ballad about the unfortunate bitten

Ah, I am a victim of trust
His troubles!
Here I hear from behind the door:
"Book, come in!"

Entered: "My respect."
Sepaled slowly.
"Where is the bite place?"
I say: "Soul."

Here in the office are former
My soul is fled:
"Tell me, bitten
What is it? "

I say: "Ordinary,
And the growth is not with Bugaya.
So pretty
I didn’t think that the snake. "

Then they fell upon me,
They scold everything around:
"What are you, bitten,
A fool, they say, a fool!

After all, it is known in advance
That there is a large gap
Between internal content
And external beauty.

And you were closely close, you
Believed that beauty.
The snake bites the neighbor, -
Everyone knows about it. "

“It does not,” I say, “meanings
Now nothing.
What will I have treatment?
Pills or what? "
He says: "Listen, - -
One of these ladies -
I will give advice, bitten:
Do not believe people.

Here, let's say, they approached you
With love, like a fog.
And you repeat mentally:
Deception, all around! "

“No,” I say, “beauty,
Without faith it will not work:
Better let them bite, -
Then it will pass. "

I went out at night metropolitan
With lights at the edges ...
So pretty!
I did not think that the snake.

April 8-12, 1982
Pakhra