Here again the window – Marina Tsvetaeva

Here again the window,
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe they sit like that.
Or simply - hands
Two will not separate.
In every house, friend,
There is such a window.

The cry of parting and meeting -
You, window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles ...
No and no mind
Peace for mine.
And in my house
It started like this.

Pray, boyfriend, for a sleepless house,
Outside the window with fire!

23 December 1916

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