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Love is a terribly sad theme. True love drives people crazy; unrequited love can sometimes turn out terribly (with anger, revenge, and even a desire to kill); and if it's not the first, then it's just a continuous pain of doubts and past disappointments in people... maybe someone won't agree with me, but this is just based on personal experience. Well...
Without Women
How good it is without women and, without phrases,
Without bitter words and sweet kisses,
Without these lovely, too honest eyes,
That lie to you and are still jealous of you!
How good it is without theatrical scenes,
Without long "noble" explanations,
Without these hysterical betrayals,
Without these belated regrets.
And how funny and absurd is the game,
Where the loss is great, and the gain is insignificant,
When your partners are cheaters,
And getting out of the game is already impossible.
How good it is to sit with a friend,
And drink simple Scottish whiskey,
And, smiling, remember that
You were once close to this lady.
How good it is to wake up alone
In your cheerful bachelor "flat",
And know that you don't need to
"Give an account" to anyone - to anyone in the world!
And to somehow "make up" for the "loss",
Start flirting with her friend,
And somehow "insure"
A man's simple self-esteem!
The Days Pass
How many affected poses,
How many broken roses,
How much torment, and curses, and tears!
How brightly the crowns shine!
How banal the endings are!
How foolish we all are in our feelings!
And love is poison.
And love is hell,
Where our hearts burn forever.
But the days pass,
As spring water flows away,
The days pass,
Carrying the years away with them.
Time heals people,
And from all these days
Only one longing remains,
And it is always with me.
But then, having fallen out of love,
Having lost so many feelings,
How we regret ourselves later!
How ashamed we are of the lies,
Of the trembling of the heart,
And what a knife we carry in our heart!
No one will understand,
No one will tell,
All that remains is to freeze and be silent.
And... the days pass,
As spring water flows away,
The days pass,
Carrying the years away with them.
Time heals people,
And from all these days
Only one longing remains,
And it is always with me...
Vertinsky A. 1932
Everyone in the world is sick with love.
It's like canine distemper.
Children bear it so easily,
And we can't bear it at all.
It saves us. It supports us.
It promises us happiness, enticingly.
But a tired heart can no longer bear
The temperature of the fire.
Because it is hopelessly tormented
By the simplest things.
It is accustomed to eternal torment and suffering,
But cannot get used to it.
My Star
Among the worlds of twinkling stars
I repeat the name of one star.
Not because I loved it,
But because it is dark with others.
And if I feel bad,
I seek an answer from it alone.
Not because it is bright,
But because I don't need light with it!