At the station
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Don't cry, my dear friend —
Everyone in life is destined for parting,
A farewell touch of hands,
The boredom of kilometers ahead.
It's not easy to restrain the nerves,
It's hard to part with you.
So much I want to say
Through the sadness hanging like a wall.
My head spins nightmarishly,
Our gazes are filled with confusion.
Your last words —
Outfits worn to threads.
We study the network of wrinkles,
Which we hadn't noticed before.
For no apparent reason
The eyes came alive, began to shine.
You smiled for just a moment,
Recalling our meeting from afar.
I sadly bowed my head
On the eve of the fateful hour.
The time has come. The circle is closed.
Everyone in life is destined for parting.
Don't cry, my dear friend.
In the train compartment, boredom, that old woman, snores.
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