semyonov, and then sonya comes here, wait for me, and i will return, just wait, wait when the yellowrs are not expected, having forgotten yesterday, wait until no letters arrive from distant places, wait until you get tired of it, for everyone who is waiting together, wait for me, and i will return, do not wish well to everyone who knows by heart that it is time to forget, let the son and mother believe in that, that i’m not there, let your friends get tired of waiting, sit by the fire, drink bitter wine, remind your soul, wait, drink with them at the same time don’t rush, wait for me, and i will return in spite of all the deaths, whoever didn’t wait for me, let him say, lucky, don’t understand, those who didn’t wait for them, like in the middle of fire, their expectations, you saved me, how i survived, only we will know , with you, you just knew how to wait like no one else, i was once very impressed by how many young guys writing, from whom wonderful poets could grow up, died and did not become these poets, but at the same time time has become, because we still know everything, pav