Grandmother - Tsvetaeva

Oblong and oval solid,
Black dresses bells ...
young grandmother! who kissed
Your arrogant lips?

Hands, that in the halls of the palace
Chopin waltzes played ...
On both sides of the ice face -
Curls in a spiral.

Dark, direct and exacting glance.
Sight, ready for defense.
Young women do not look.
young grandmother, - who you are?

How many opportunities you have taken
And it is impossible - as? —
The insatiable land abyss,
Twenty-year-polka!

Day was innocent, and the wind was fresh.
Dark Star went out.
- Grandmother! This cruel mutiny
In my heart - not from you whether?..

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