Akhmatova
"not to give if you do not need "- a classic theme))
Guest
Everything is as before: in the dining room window
blizzard beats snow,
And I myself was not new,
And at my door.
I asked: "What do you want?"
He said: "To be in hell with you."
I laughed: "Oh, you will spell
both of us, trouble."
But, lifting his hand dry,
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell me how you kiss,
Tell me how you kiss you."
and eyes looking down a dim,
not staring at my ring.
Neither moved a muscle
enlightened, angry face.
Oh, I know: His joy -
with passion to know,
What he does not need anything,
What I have nothing to refuse him.
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