memory Bryusova


we die,
We'll go in silence and sadness,
But I know -
We will not forget Russia.

loved girls,
We loved women -
I started to bread
From pauper scrip.

But we did not like
corrupt traders.
Planet, sweet, —
Katys, enjoy yourself and drink.

We rhyme old
Forty times repeat.
able to let
Gogol and smoke.

Still, we were
always the.
My dear friend,
No sets, no swearing!

Here Bruce died,
But the dead men, and we, —
Do not beg us days
From pauper scrip.

But firmly vtsapalis
We are impoverished bag.
Valery Yaklevich!
Peace be upon your!

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