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Poem: I have never been so tired... Author: Sergey Yesenin Read by: Anatoly Suprunyuk Text of the poem: I have never been so tired. In this gray frost and slime I dreamed of the Ryazan sky And my wayward life. Many women loved me, And I myself loved more than one, Is it not because of this that the dark force Has accustomed me to wine. Endless drunken nights And in revelry not for the first time melancholy! Is it not for this reason that my eyes are gnawing Like blue leaves by a worm? No one's betrayal hurts me, And the ease of victories does not please me, - The golden hay of that hair Turns into gray, Turns into ash and water, When the autumn turbidity filters. I do not feel sorry for you, the past years, - I do not want to return anything. I am tired of torturing myself aimlessly, And with a strange smile on my face I have come to love wearing in my light body The quiet light and peace of a dead man... And now it has become easier To hobble from den to den, As if into a straitjacket, We take nature into concrete. And in me, according to the same laws, The mad ardor is pacified. But still I bow to those fields that I once loved. To those lands where I grew up under a maple, Where I frolicked on the yellow grass, — I send greetings to the sparrows and the crows, And to the owl sobbing at night. I shout to them into the spring distances: "Dear birds, in the blue shiver Tell them that I have caused a scandal, — Let at least the wind now begin To beat the rye under the shovel."