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Valentin Vikhorev

Galloping, galloping postman,

Poured cone ...

From the Valdai to Tver

The path is not too far.

Fluttering sadness, melancholy

Bell under the arc,

Well itching rider,

Sideburns t hand?

At the outskirts of the lights

Inns.

- Your Grace, have a rest -

Horses change time!

Courtyard. Low porch.

Under the eaves - bird din ...

Suddenly, a familiar face,

And the gendarmes on each side.

- Kiichelbecker! Oh my God! -

Tears streamed from his eyes.

And it already convoy

Silently he drives into the trap.

Creek policeman "to drive!"

Scrape nemazanyh wheels ...

"Pushkin, dear friend, goodbye!" -

Wind from the street denounced.

1979