Sergey Krasnoperov, Evgeniy Morozoff, V Nevidimov, thank you... Alex Mimo, no title, here's a poem: I'm standing at the open door, I'm saying goodbye, I'm leaving.
I won't believe in anything anymore— write anyway, I beg you!
So as not to be tormented by late regret, from which there is no escape, write me a letter, please, a thousand years in advance.
If not for the future, then for the past, for the repose of my soul, write something good about me.
Alex Mimo, no title, here's a poem:
I'm standing at the open door,
I'm saying goodbye, I'm leaving.
I won't believe in anything anymore—
write anyway, I beg you!
So as not to be tormented by late regret,
from which there is no escape,
write me a letter, please,
a thousand years in advance.
If not for the future, then for the past,
for the repose of my soul,
write something good about me.
I'm already dead. Write!
V. Tushnova