Serebryany my Serebryany.
Who said I forgot you
Don't take your diamonds off,
The verse in his hands was still warm.
My silversmiths, emigrants,
Come to my songs,
With poems, colored garlands,
Together we will sing them until dawn.
In this life, sometimes not sweet
The verse entrusted to you is not cold
I read you at night & nbsp; furtively
And today I haven't forgotten at all
Silversmiths, solid talents
Whatever the name, it's a full house
You of poetry have become classics of
Like Akhmatova and Pasternak
Serebryany, all the fancy dandies
Gentlemen in evening dress, with a pince-nez,
The clock chimes to greet you
And we'll drink double to that...
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Source: https://poembook.ru/poem/2301063-serebryanty
Silversmiths
© Copyright: Надежда Егоровна Мамонтова, 2020
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