Переулочек, переул... Горло петелькой затянул. Тянет свежесть с Москва-реки, В окнах теплятся огоньки. Как по левой руке — пустырь, А по правой руке — монастырь, А напротив — высокий клен Ночью слушает долгий сон. Покосился гнилой фонарь — С колокольни идет звонарь... Мне бы тот найти образок, Оттого что мой близок срок. Мне бы снова мой черный платок, Мне бы невской воды глоток.
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- by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), written 1940, appears in Черный сон = Chernyj son, no. 5 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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