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So it all went by – in fragments and sketches,
Foolish and funny, yet far from simple.
Trivialities, scoundrels, moments, dead ends, bought – who cares.
A cup of coffee, the night. A diary.

I try not to think of her, not even to recall,
But autumn thoughts swarm in my mind.
In every rainy song, the measure of water matters,
Like bonfire conversations by the Volga and a night on the Neva.