The night is moonless. The mountain is lawless. Lonely hall is near the mountain. The exiled Decembrist writes poetry therein. On the cold stone floor, laying out the blades, In the light of the burning candles, Thinking the image of a young, brave lady, Whose desperate beauty he was fallen smittenly. Her voice is wrappingContinue reading “Maiastra”
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Hotel “Four Star”
Beeing inside the hotel of four stars Much higher than the level of urban buzz, She lies with her arms to the sides. Her eyes are open and filled with a terrible emptiness. There are red and green lights behind the door. Behind the room, breakfasts are lying, untouched by her. Undisturbed by anyone, sheContinue reading “Hotel “Four Star””
Loneliness!
If you will run behind me, I will run faster. You will stumble and fall lower. Raise your eyes – there is no me… If you will follow me to pursue, You will tired, step back, lower your eyes. Here I’m! (I’ll kill you). And if you catch up me to turn around – youContinue reading “Loneliness!”
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