Maple Oh my dear, maple icy - Yesenin

Maple Oh my dear, maple zaledenelыy,
What stand leaning under a blizzard of white?

Or saw? Or heard?
Like a walk for the village you came.

AND, like a drunken watchman, Out on the road,
He drowned in the snow, of freezing leg.

Brother, I myself quite often lose something now become unstable,
Before reaching the house with a friendly drinking parties.

They won vstretyl willow, there pine noticed,
Singing their songs under a blizzard of summer.

I looked myself in the same maple,
Just do not rot, rather green.

AND, losing modesty, Muzzy in board,
As someone else's wife, hugging birch.

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Mikhail Lermontov
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