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      ДАРЮ Дорину-НиколаевуКачнуло небо гневом грома,Метнулась молния — и градВ воде запрыгал у парома,Как серебристый виноград.Вспорхнула искорка мгновенья,Когда июль дохнул зимой —Для новых дум, для вдохновенья,Для невозможности самой...И поднял я бокал высоко,—Блеснули мысли для наград...Я пил вино, и в грезах сокаВ моем бокале таял град


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Игорь Северянин. Сочинения в 5-ти т. Санкт-Петербург: LOGOS, 1995.

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