A fairy tale for children

1
He sped century epic poems,
And the story came to verses in decline;
Poets is not entirely to blame
(Although many of the verse is not at all smooth);
And the public is not allowed between the.
Who is guilty, who is right - so I do not know,
And the poems for a long time I did not read -
not because, not to love poems,
And: Well funny to lose sonorous stanzas
Zlata time ... in this century mature,
It is known to you, We are all busy business.

2
I do not read poetry - but like
Marano jest paper volatile;
His verse by the tail valiantly I catch;
I'm crazy about threefold harmonies
And wet rhymes - such as on th .
That is why I am writing this story.
Her magically-dark eyeballs
I'm not going to explain in detail,
To Coy avoid any questioning;
But the end will not be without morality,
To her children to read at least.

3
The hero is known, and not a new subject;
All the better: everything is out of date, what's new!
Boiling fire and force an early age,
I first sang about the other demon:
That was crazy, passionate, children's nonsense.
God knows where treasured notebook?
As for Mademoiselle fragrant glove
Her sheets - and heard: it's pretty?..1
Or mouse over it tries in the dust?..
But the features of an entirely different sort -
Aristocrat and pohozh featured.

4
Now travel back now I ask
For my bedroom: pink curtains
lowered, only with difficulty can the eye
Follow Oriental carpet patterns.
A pleasant thrill suddenly embraces you,
AND, virgin breath laden with,
Fire blazes face you sleepy air;
Here's a pen, here's shoulder, and near them
On muslin pillow lace
drawn Mlada, but rigorous profile ...
And it looks Mephistopheles.

5
It was great if Satan himself
Ile petty demon of the nechinovnyh,
Whose friendship so people need
For secret affairs, family and love?
I do not know! If they were given
The Earth's shape, on horns and dress
I could distinguish the bastard with the nobility;
But the spirit - known, what the spirit!
A life, force, feeling, sight, vote, hearing -
And the thought - without a body - often in different forms;
(Demons just do draw ugly).

6
But I'm not always imagined
Enemy of the saints and pure motives.
My young mind, happened, troubled
mighty way; between different visions,
as the king, dumb and proud, he shone
This magically sweet beauty,
What was scary ... and longing soul
Compresses - and this wild nonsense
I haunted my mind for many years.
But I, parted from other dreams,
And get rid of him - verse!

7
weapons excellent: enemies
Throw you face epigram ...
Do you want to annoy your friends eh?
Put in them a poem or drama!
but full, to business. I told you so,
What's in the bedroom that lurked cunning demon.
Innocent sleep was not really touched it.
not wise: not boiled the blood in it,
And he knew otherwise love;
And it's his insidious temptations
It was full: No wonder he's a genius!

8
"You do not know, who I am - but it was a long time
I read in your soul; invisibly,
Quietly talking to you, - but
my words, like a shadow, pass by
childish heart, - and what
I marvel at them calmly and in silence, –
Let it go! Why do you need my name?
You rejected with horror my b
mad love, - but I love
In AOĆhis patient and wait ... I can,
I do not want any caresses, no kiss.

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