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To Arcady Raikin
... And on the racks the racer did not rise,
Did not gnaw from the impatience of the bit,
He only white -tooth smiled
And have bowed a head heavy.
Almost till the ground its mane concerned,
The bay,
Resembled the fire.
In the beginning to me it was thought:
Here a miracle is,
As a human, this horse laughs.
Similar who will not puzzle.
I has decided to look more close at the horse.
And I see:
The horse does not laugh, but cries,
As a human a head bowing.
The eyes are long, as the leafs,
And two tears is fogs inside...
When I laugh,
You, my darling, come nearer
And more attentively look at.
J.Kozlovsky's transfer
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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