The candle was burning

 
 & quot;Melo, Melo all over the earth
 to all limits.
 The candle was burning on the table,
 the candle was burning.
           ...
         P fell two shoes
   & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; with a knock on the floor
         & nbsp;and wax tears from the night light
         on the dress dripped."
            Boris Pasternak.
 
 Already night, and all the Blizzard sweeps.
 Where could she go?
 And my darling is calling me
 home to warm up.
 
 He threw me into the bed
 and all perverted by alien influences.
 I began to interfere with boots,-
 they fell to the floor.
 
 A nightlight and a rumpled bed.
 And the lights are out...
 To lose neinast, but in a Blizzard
 I was scared