Marina Tsvetaeva About Dogs

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Marina called a dog a "deity, or god", And stood before it on her knees, She kissed even the most ugly of dogs, And gathered them in Koktebel. When you read Marina you stand up at once! From the knees, with new force that's gained, The joys of word's currents you drink in new way, Who is she - a shade from the grave? Most likely, but no - she's probably! - not. I found accidentally out. Marina, I send you a grateful hello! I have raised with the renewed power. It's easy, by chance, not to understand gods: Here people and gods are disordered. But suddenly flashes through everyday scum Your beam like a smile from the road. Your master is everyone, you follow him. Marina! For that I adore you! A dog has shame, love and it has slavery, And your explanation is proper! And you always put the cats below the dogs, "They're heartless, not loving, no slaves" That your whole life will go " throughout like dog's" You prophesied yourself with pain.

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