The Petersburg facade is damp -
This is a rare situation for winter.
Lonely Tauride garden
In the sky etched with branches.
Peter frowns from behind the curtains,
Wires crossed out the streets.
Only his Serene Highness the Smolny Cathedral
He doesn't slouch at all in the rain.
Drunken dance wobbles bridges -
And wine in the black rivers on the edges.
There is a limit to kindness in the world today -
They were prickly mittens.
Wet crows tails,
New year in this thaw celebrating.
Crosses caught in the clouds
And confused thoughts incoherent:
Why does it hurt so much to love? -
My heart aches almost around the clock.
In the New year it is better to drink,
To forget - well, just for a moment.
Like a drizzle, pours sadness.
The angle narrows between the arrows,
But comes to the beginning of the spiral -
Life and after zero continues.
On the sand, like a snow croup,
Doubting, I tread timidly.
Heart of is torn stubbornly to you -
What can I do about it, amigo ?..