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I heard from mutual friends: she changed cities, found a job — now everything’s even for her. And in her stories there’s no reason left for sadness — she laughs there so sincerely

Every day of ours ended with an ellipsis We tore out pages, smashed dishes to pieces We shouted over our shoulders: I won't love you Everything we built now lies in ruins Words lik

Two months have passed, and I still remember the scent. Your keys on the nightstand — like salt on a wound. The apartment’s grown far too big for one. I look at the closet where no

Don't cry I'll just become snow Our seconds, like clock hands, rush backward I stand at the threshold, silently looking at the keys My heart is screaming, but you'd better stay sil

Snow We suddenly became as if simply blind We look into each other's faces but see only shadows Our feelings have frozen Like these steps I stay silent by the window You sit on the

He never loved you, he was just playing with you He promised to come right at ten But it's three in the morning, and you can't leave And you wait for him like a fool by the window

The city sleeps, streetlights cut the wet asphalt I'm into the void again, pressing start On the dashboard a screen glows dim In my heart a draft from invisible wounds You're some

Cold slides over my shoulders again We've gotten used to not sleeping at night We search for a pulse where everything has gone numb You shout that I'm wrong again A kiss like a bit

You are my princess You appeared — and the world became different As if the sun had walked in through my door For so many years fate kept me safe So that one day I would meet you

I don’t know what awaits us ahead But I know one thing I have never had feelings like these And every evening I ask God for only one thing — That you hear your own heart I simply

Mom, you're at the door again, As if you're the one deciding here. Either our road is wrong, Or our dreams aren't the right ones. You walk in without asking, As if the whole house

We gave everything — and what is left for us? We warmed their palms through the nights When the fever was forty and fear. We gathered their fate crumb by crumb, Forgetting ourselve

Dawn settles on the hood again. And once more the run calls me to the road. A hot thermos, a lively talk, and behind me — hundreds of old mountains. I know every descent and every

Night district — under a streetlamp the silence smokes. Here other people’s fates were broken — no trial, no sleep. I walked the edge where the law is thin as glass, where every th

He’s no saint, and life was no paradise. Anyone has mistakes enough. But why, when a family falls apart, must a father be deprived of his children? She can’t calmly live with the

They say from love to hate is just one step, But no one says how painful it is to take it. You came in quietly, like spring through my windows, And I believed then: this is it, and

I didn’t drink tonight, yet I feel drunk, Just because you turned out so close to me. From the touch of hands, spring pounds at my temples, And the world sways as if from a sweet d

Once you fell asleep to my quiet voice and believed that dad could do anything. And now you’re grown — and the hardest thing for me is to accept exactly that. I remember bows, toy

Tell me, gypsy girl — what lies ahead for me? Where is my road — in light or in shade? Tell me, gypsy girl, looking at my palm: how long must I wander among foreign lands? How much

She’s not yours, But she comes in dreams again — And that’s all her power. She’s one of those who won’t forgive emptiness. She doesn’t wear feelings on show like tinsel. She walks

Tattoo artist, ink church domes on me, Next to them a miracle-working cross with icons, So the bells would ring there With their flowing chimes and peals. Ink me a little house by

I'll close my eyes, I'll forget the grievances, I'll forgive even what isn't worth forgiving. Come to my home, my doors are open, I'll sing songs for you and treat you to wine. Com

So you backed down, you square, Am I not good enough for you? Look me in the eyes, Stop babbling about fate. With you, my little cop, I got my wires crossed, Tied a knot so tight L

On a cold, wet evening I saw you under the arch, When along Ligovka with a friend I was riding on the tram. We needed luck for the job, I was already ready to bluff, I was shufflin

A state house stands before me, And a central prison too. Not a kopeck to my name, And a long road lies ahead. Fog has fallen over the cliff, The horses picked up their pace, I'd

Tattoo artist, ink church domes on me, Next to them a miracle-working cross with icons, So the bells would ring there With their flowing chimes and peals. Ink me a little house by

You'll come up to the fence, You'll wave your hand at me, You'll smile as always, And cry out: "Hello!" "Hello, my kind one, Hello, my dear one!" Don't be sad — it's all clear anyw

You had so much desire in you, And the moon shone above us, When, coming to a date while we were courting, I gave you roses as a gift. You seemed so serious, You shook your head in

Let's be silent and it will all come true, believe me, There are happy days in this world, After bitter and hard losses They return once again. Their road is not so long, The miles

Fog in Petersburg, snow and frost in Moscow, In Tver they're tormented by thirst... Hung over, all of Somenka, Ploshchad and Yuzhny, And on Proletarka — dry mouth. We pour vodka,

Spring has come again, and rays of warmth Look trustingly into my window. Again my chest will tighten And sadness will creep into my soul, Memory will walk with me. It will walk,

— All rise! The court is in session. The accused is citizen Klinskikh Yuri Nikolaevich, born in sixty-four, under Article 104 of the RSFSR Criminal Code. Citizen Klinskikh, your fi

The other day I turned sixteen, I wanted a two-wheeled clunker. I went to my daddy and said — buy it for me, Save up a bit for my Java. My daddy was an aging alcoholic, But luckil

From behind the forest rides the mounted militia, Get on all fours, girls — time for rehearsal! I came to the collective farm named after Michurin, Knew I'd get fucked — my heart t

It was good, it was so easy, But they threw a noose around our necks. Solar fire, the atmosphere's armor — It struck, but could not break through the fog. And the dead moon barely

Your call came at night, I heard your voice in the receiver. After all, I waited for it! You forgot about the dispute, You asked for a meeting. Yes! I knew it! Let the wind tear t

Nothing to do in the village, we're sitting pretty merry, You said: «Maybe we'll find some moonshine?» Why the hell do we need that crap? Better look at nature: Here in the village

In the evening sadness finds us, sometimes, sometimes... The heart aches, the heart longs for home, for home... The wind howls over the barracks, The BMP will clang its tracks at

I'm no drunkard and no boozer, Vodka and wine are not for me. I've got an ulcer — I can't get wasted, Though I'd love to, believe me, friends. So all that's left is shooting up an

Once I was riding on the night before Christmas, Urging my horse with a carriage whip. A dark forest stands across my path: Someone in that woods howls and screams. I rode to my d

A cigarette flickers in the dark, The wind threw ashes in my face, And the charred filter on my fingers Left me a burn. With a creak of steel, the door opened, You walk in, you ar

The familiar creak of the lock Wakes me up again, Once more sorrow weighs on my heart Of a prisoner's day. I remember that day, I'll never forget that day, How I covered for my fr

A village lay hidden among dreadful woods, There by pure chance arrived A buyer of antique clocks, Searching for them everywhere for a museum. He couldn't help but marvel At the mi

A cry like thunder: — Give the people rum! They simply must Drink their rum! — Ladies and gentlemen! Truly, what nonsense! All the food is gone, The cellar's run dry of rum. It's

The wind tore my cap from my head, I wanted love, but it all went wrong. I know nothing in life can be undone, And now I have only one path left… Taking a run, I'll jump off the c

In an overgrown park stands an ancient house. The windows are boarded up, and darkness reigns there forever. I tried to say: "There are no monsters on earth," But at once a dreadfu

The boat creaks near the pier. A moonlit night — dread's beginning. I stand in gloom, staring at the water. There's no reflection of me in it, Only the bitterness of defeat. So why

You say I'm a demon? That's right! You'll never have any luck with me. Forever my calling is evil and revenge, For a demon it cannot be otherwise! What did I do to deserve the fat

A blind old mage Wandered through the woods at night. At the graveyard he spilled A magic elixir, And only muttered: "What have I done, old fool…" Hoy! Hoy-hoy! Corpses came aliv

A dark, gloomy corridor, On tiptoe, like a thief, I creep along, barely breathing, So as not to startle Those who've been asleep so long, Those who still care, Whose room I secretl