A joke I saw in Weibo.

..... I want to live in a small town with you and share endless dusk and endless bells. In the hotel in this small town-the faint sound of the ancient clock is like the gentle tick of time. Sometimes at dusk, there is a flute in a room on the top floor, and the piper stands against the window, which is big as tulips. I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.

-Zvetayeva, "I want to live with you"

Whole poem

I want to live with you.

-Zvetayeva

I want to live with you.

In a small town,

Share the endless dusk

And the constant ringing of bells.

In a hotel in this town—

The ancient clock struck.

Weak noise

Like time dripping gently.

Sometimes, at dusk, it comes from a room on the top floor.

Flute,

The piper leaned against the window,

The window is big, with tulips.

I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.

In the middle of the room, there is a ceramic tile stove.

There is a picture on each tile:

A heart, a sailboat, a rose.

Through our only window,

Snow, snow, snow.

You will lie in my favorite position: lazy,

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Lit a match once or twice.

A harsh voice.

The flame of your cigarette has gone from strong to weak,

The end of the smoke trembled, trembled.

Short, gray cigarette butts-even ashes.

You don't even bother to play-

The cigarette then flies into the fire.