Like in a mirror, there’s shade in the heart
I’m bored alone – and with men…
Slowly drags the light of the day
From four till seven!
Everybody is cruel in the dusk,
Don’t go to people – they’ll lie.
Fingers have wound into a knot
The kerchief. I want to cry.
Only don’t torture me so,
If you hurt me I’ll forgive!
From four till seven o’clock
I endlessly grieve.
(Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva)
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