at night, warn that we’ll come, popov is always coming to khropovitsky , his fiancée showed up thereulfilled my promise, good evening, mademoiselle, here is denis davidov, uh-huh, here he is, davidov. you are playing me, mademoiselle, he is in front of you, oh mercy, why magic, caressing words , why this look, why this, died deep, why slide carelessly across the roof, from white shoulders from high chests. spare me, spare me, i am perishing without it, i freeze, i have no, at the slight rustle of your arrival, i listen to the sound of your words, i become numb, but you entered, but you entered, went, and the trembling of love, love, death and life, and the frenzy of desire, run, run through the flashing blood, and the breath breaks , they fly with you, they fly with you, they fly, the hours fly, the tongue is silent, alone, dreams and dreams , and sweet flour, tears of admiration, gaze fixed on your thunderstorms, like a greedy bee, on a leaf of a spring rose, spare, spare , spare, spare, spare, you are happy, denis vasilyevich, in glory, in love, so the dislocation of our troops rem