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Everything, and who did not call, in Italy, —
Send off the road farewell.
I stayed in my Through the Looking Glass,
Where neither Rome, Padova no no.
Under the saints and sinners frescoes
I pass by I'm familiar
And I will not leonardeschi
Perehlyadыvatsya secretly.
No one I will not attend,
And hunt me wander no ...
I-to-face was everywhere absent
That's really soon fourteen.

26 September 1957, 7 February 1958, Москва

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