white night - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

I haven't locked the door,
Nor lit the candles,
You don't know, don't care,
That tired I haven't the strength To decide to go to bed

I keep thinking of times that are long past,
Of a house in the Petersburg Quarter
You had come from the steppeland Kursk Province,
Of a none-too-rich mother the daughter