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the person is untalented and vulgar.

but sometimes he, frying dumplings,

suddenly it will look like a crucifix,

before whom they kneel.

a man washes his socks,

and then looks out the window,

composing unearthly poems,

that they will die along with him for fun.

only this is a rhyme - they will die,

will perish, bend, scatter, disappear.

and they will find him under the birch tree,

when the stars fade over the forest,

when the steppe becomes impoverished, the bay

will be silent by the depths of the thawed patches.

the person is lonely and unhappy.

unhappy, lonely and sad.