In Summer
By Marina Tsvetaeva
1910
- 'Asya, be sure...', something shivers
In the Grisha's shoddy bass.
Asya is tricky, she runs by near...
Grisha - in dreams of Asya.
The leaves whisper over him under wind,
Lean over as the trimulous niche...
Grisha is wiping his eyes in secret,
Asya - laughs at Grisha.
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