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Marina Tsvetaeva

Generals twelfth year
Sergei

You whose broad overcoat
Reminiscent of the sails,
Whose spurs jingled merrily
And the voice,

And whose eyes are like diamonds,
At the heart of the cut trail -
Charming dandies
The past years!

A fierce will
You took the heart and rock -
The kings of each field Brann
And at the ball.

You all the peaks were small
And soft - the stale bread,
Oh, young generals
Their destinies!

Oh, I think you could
Hand, full of rings,
And curls caress virgins - and mane
His horses.

In an incredible jump
You have lived a short century ...
And your hair, your tanks
Snowbound.
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You won and loved
Love and the edge of the sword -
And fun crossed
In nothingness.