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"Без громких слов - праздничное!"
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/06/18/23
The whole last year can't go in
the space of blank sheet. At the moment
I see sweet cherries in fruit bowl
and think the life is simple thing.
All fussiness of surplus lines
is spread before my eyes so clear.
The poems are not icons here.
They will be summed up by the time.
That's why without a fuss and gifts
cold vodka will be poured out.
And clinking glasses not so loud
I'll tear off calendar leaf.