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poems Mikhail Kuzmin

Unknown bather
Bathing in secret.
He drives innocently
An offended eye.
Covering in vain
The shame of nakedness, -
To passers-by village
You are not interesting.
He crossed himself finely,
Dived down the cliff ...
Would you be smarter
This is what Narcissus himself would be.
Both midges and dragonflies
And the rural sun ...
You look directly into the sky
And far from the earth ...
Hint? Remembrance?
The whole body is underwater
Shines and shines
Green mica.
Keep quick left
And you will run aground! ..
Silver beats
Trout, trout, trout! ..