Saturday, March 7, 2015


I wish I could live with you
In a small town,
Where eternal twilight
And eternal bells,
And in a small country inn – a delicate ringing
Of an old clock – droplets of time.
And sometimes, in the evening, from some attic –
A flute,
And the flutist himself in the window.
And the big tulips on the windowsills.
And maybe you wouldn’t even love me…

Marina Tsvetaeva

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