Le mot-clé №52997

Marina Tsvetaeva

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a Strange sound that night the old violin,
in Human misery — and female! — sound of her crying.
Smiled at the violinist.
with No end to tired lips returned the smile.


a Strange look sent towards the stage from the dark Lodge
Unknown lady in hat purple stones.
the look of the pictures and shadows!
Unsolved opinion, the sob of a violin is similar.


the tool he flew, as fast as powerfully and directly
the sound of chords, and suddenly cut short painful cry...
Smiling violinist,
But staring at the floor blankly and fun lady.