Мій любий, вбивце - чародію...
Ирина Яновская
Залий мені брехнею вуха, Вустами правду подаруй Я буду так уважно слухать Та більше мене ти не чаруй. Ти не чаруй мене уранці І вдень, і в вечір не чаруй І на красивому, на глянці Мені ти казку намалюй. Ні, я не вірю у "Мороза" І у "бабайку" теж не вірю Та от від твого, від "морозу" Від снігу... Серця не зігрію. Хоч від парфумів я п'янію... Та ні! Не мрію! Поклади край, убий надію... Мій любий, вбивце-чародію... Ні! Не вагайся! Не чекай... Рубай! Поки гараче, й знай: Я все зробила добровільно! Нехай не б'ється... Проте дихать вільно. І що ж там у кінці? "The end? " А де ж щасливий "Happy End? " Нема.. Та й казка не така У ній любов нажаль програла...
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