The love, happens different. Beautiful, fantastic, fine. But in fact there is also another! Time so Still it happens not clear, reciprocal, meek, Внятною(не знаю как перевести), muffled. Happens fleeting, happens for all life when it seems to us, what even after death, you will be so to love each other! But can even, because of small песчинки(не знаю как перевести) quarrels, All to fail in a chasm, for ever, What even will pull out love more difficultly, Than to fail below. Also that, when you realize it, I shall far in a bottom, And you will not get me in any way therefrom Only because I shall not want to be with you so close on top. But if everything, I shall rise from a chasm, You consider, That this time to me will fail ea sier And if nevertheless, I shall fall, it is unimportant why, I shall not return to you likely never. LOVE? The most deceptive feeling, From everything, that has been given to us, From the god not from the god all the same. And you will understand, then, all it When you will grow fond. Do not think of everything, what I now to you have told, You about all learn all, When the love will come to you into your house of soul? Not having removed from itself boots, a jacket, Will sit down on a sofa. Will cover doors in reason, Will release all feelings and desires, From all dungeons of your soul?