Lara Harly 13.01.2021
Joy is given to rude, Grief is given to tender. Anything I don't need, Noone I don't regret. I feel sorry for my life a bit, I feel sorry for homeless dogs. Takes me to bar spirits This staight road. What are you-devils swearing? Am I not son of the country unless? Each of us pledge the trousers For a wineglass. Dully I look at the window, Longing in my core. In front of me- Street rolls, drenched in the sol. Outdoors is snotty boy smatly, Pan-fried air dusty, Boy picks his nose diligently, He's so happy. Pick, pick my dear Poke whole finger there. Only with this force You don't pierce your soul. Already I'm ready... I shy... Glance at a lot of flask of wine. Pick up the flask caps- So that my soul to shut. Poem of C. Yesenin, I translated it from Russian into English for your attention.
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