To Oksana by Nikolay Aseev

I can  not live without you!" - I told.

Even in the rain without you, I feel dryne;

Even in the heat without you, I feel cold,

Without you, even Moscow is a wilderness;

Without you, every hour feels like a year,

As if time were to crumble and crumbleness.

Even the blue vault of heaven prospering

Seems like stone to me without you. I guess.

I realy want  to know nothing –as yet

The weakness of friends, the strength of enemies;

I realy want to wait for nothing, as yet,

Except your bijou steps in the mornings-evenings.