Everything promised to me - Akhmatova

Everything promised it to me.
Edge sky, dull and pure gold,
And cute dream at Christmas,
And Easter wind mnogozvonny,

And the bars of red vine,
Parks and waterfalls,
And two large dragonfly
On a rusty iron fence.

And I could not believe,
That he will be friendly to me,
When the mountain slopes was
Hot stone pathways.

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