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How we rushed to meet that spring,

Hurrying to be ahead of life!

Well, love?! Let it by time be healed,

There will be hundreds of loves!

And life already measures springs,

And what’s fulfilled, – the fate can’t be reproached,

But here is sadness, —

          My love, where are you waving wings?

And where is the stamina to come back to its porch?

One hundred winters-summers, and company

                                            is needless,

So why you still remember those springs?

And who has said that time will heal us, —

Let it heal those who were not in love with

                                       someone’s lips!

This autumn meeting is a gift or fleer

That Fate decided to arrange so late?

But light will come, and apple-smelling wind

Will open windows to our closed hearts!

And the silk candles will melt with happy tear

Of autumn branches of mountain ash.

How silly it is to expect that time will cure

Us – who were loved and who love so smash…

And August started fight of controversy, stamina —

That trace of spring is difficult to catch,

That summer is already wiping out evening, —

                                        worthy

Is autumn?…

                     Time for love?!