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                                                                                                                        По бездорожью

 

 

                                                                                                Я не тропами шла –

                                                                                                Шла я по бездорожью,

                                                                                                В те края, где ветра

                                                                                                Обнимаются с рожью.

                                                                                                В те края, где небесные

                                                                                                Степи без края...

                                                                                                Я бежала от ада,

                                                                                                А, быть может, от рая.

                                                                                                Вы такой широты

                                                                                                Не найдете на карте.

                                                                                                Там уходят снега,

                                                                                                Как положено, - в марте.

                                                                                                Там все белое - бело,

                                                                                                А черное - черно.

                                                                                                Там не тесно душе -

                                                                                                Ей легко и просторно.

                                                                                                Но, боюсь, - не дойду,

                                                                                                В одиночестве сгину.

                                                                                                Чую, прошлое смотрит

                                                                                                По-волчьи мне в спину.

                                                                                                Значит, выбора нет,

                                                                                                Значит, по бездорожью,

                                                                                                В те края, где рассвет

                                                                                                Обнимается с рожью.