* * * Что, мой милый старый август,...

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What, my dear old August,
let's grieve
and look for the address in the papers
about five words?

I remember somewhere in this folder:
take out and - let's go!
I remember dropping somehow -
forgot where.

There still left first,
and then the village
there is still such a summer
red bloomed

there is one such rabbit
jumping through the bushes
and two crows of scientists
said there:

- If by your steps,
then steps six to seven ...
I remember life was different -
new at all.
 
E.Klyuev