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Tarkovsky Aleksandr Blok Joseph Brodsky

- What are you doing, little bird, on the black branch, looking around you
, restless?
Do you mean that the sling is accurate
but life is possible?

- Ah no, when they point to the deep,
not scare me. Your guesses are worse
,
look askance at them.

- I fear that the cage you love,
and even the gold.
But better singing on a branch, rare
Once the flight is sung.

- Lies For eternity I'm attracted.
already know it.
Your first clue is the cruelty.
And here I am - at home.

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Wear, lonely, old roses

between snow and cold, and my way is
far.
For the same path
with a sword over his shoulder,
he goes behind me with his cloak
cloudy.
walks and knows
that snow had been trampled, and that there

extinguished the last sunset,
for me out there that night
happens,

freedom I seek. Where

find shelter,
so late.

roses fall into the snow melted.

Tears fall in the snow scarlet. Missing
fatally,
I can not help.
He
unnecessarily trample the roses in the snow.

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Konstantin VANSHENKIN