Sketch on paper with ink
Half-open eyes and mouth
Seem to someone nonsense,
Who does not love, he does not understand.
Crumbled dry roses
And yellowed postcards, gloss,
Memories of old dreams
Fresh still
Seriously troubled heart
A couple of stitches and thread
Pearls in hand.
Oh where, where
My darling. . .
Swam the river.
No matter what will happen next
But I remember now
How gently he kisses her
And how cruel hour of separation.
Arseniy Sparrows
Location of the painting:
Moscow
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