I ll drink a drum of vodka with you,
I will see you above the clouds,
and all that we could only dream of -
we'll see together at morn's twilights.
but if to be the best in homeland
as unseen forces to me ordered -
then with you somehow I'll drink vodka
not in this life ... I must suppose.
I don't apply these means to others,
on peolpe this work don't impose.
I have in this life constant fastings -
and rhyme - bilingual poems,
as shackles.
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