"My favorite, sleep" Bashny.Net

Salt spray shine on the fence.
The gate has already bolted. And the sea,
steaming, and surging, and dams hammering,
salty sun sucked in yourself.

Favorite, go to sleep ... My soul is not torture,
Already sleep, and mountains, and steppe,
And our dog hromuchy, shaggy-dense,
Lies and salt licks chain.

And the sea - all in a whisper, and branches - all murmur,
And all his experience - dog on a chain,
and I tell you - in a whisper, then - whisper,
Then - in silence: "My love, sleep ...»

My favorite, sleep ... Forget that we are at loggerheads.
Imagine: waking up. Freshness around.
We are in the hay. We dormouse. And breathing
yoghurt from below, from the cellar - sleep

. Oh, how do I get all of this present
you distrust? My favorite, sleep ...
In the dream, smile (aside all the tears!),
collect flowers and guess where to put,
and a variety of beautiful dresses buy.

Murmurs? It can be seen tired to toss and turn?
You're in a dream wrap and shrouded them.
In the dream, you can do whatever he wants,
all that is sputtered, if not sleep.

Stay foolish and even jurisdiction, -
after all, that implicitly, shouts in depth.
Thine eyes hard. They are so crowded.
Under the easier it will be for centuries in a dream.

Favorite, go to sleep ... What is the reason for insomnia?
Roaring sea? Trees plea?
A sense of foreboding? Someone's dishonesty?
Or maybe not someone, but simply my?

My favorite, sleep ... can not be helped,
but know that I am innocent in this wine.
I'm sorry - you hear? - Love me - do you hear? -
even in a dream, even if in a dream!

Favorite, go to sleep ... We - on the globe,
flying furiously, threatening to explode, -
and the need to embrace, to be broken down is not,
and if the break - break together

. Favorite, go to sleep ... you are not mine offenses.
Let Sonic quietly occupied in the eye,
So hard on the ball is filled with earth,
and yet - you hear your favorite? - Sleep ...

And the sea - all in a whisper, and branches - all murmur,
And all his experience - dog on a chain,
and I tell you - in a whisper, then - whisper,
Then - in silence: "My love, sleep ...»

Yevgeny Yevtushenko 1964



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