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Praise the arrival of spring! rinse your face,
boils prizhzhem proven creosote
and come in a shirt barefoot on the porch,
and hit in the eye freshness! horizon!
the future! The future is always
fills the earth with grain, voice - is welcome,
fills ihnim hours here and there;
shuddering, finds itself in the future.
spring, when the birds scream wakes forest, gardens,
all nature, from deer to lizards,
It is oriented to the same, which are the traces
state crimes.

1978

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