The collection contains the following poems: Whoever stops loving the flesh grows cold towards the incarnation... After all, I sing about that spring... There is a scene around the night desert... For the sake of rhyme, I won’t lie playfully... And under the canopy the horse snorts... And the curtain opened... Under the heavenly mirror ...At midnight they come out to dig for treasures...More and more distant, ever quieter...Song Behind the wall there is muttering...Don't make me feel comfortable...About one roan horse...I dreamed: I am wandering in the dark...An old woman under an old elm...From the last loneliness...Dedication I look at a heap of yellow leaves ...I think: Lord, how many years have I slept...It was a wonderful time!..My earthly day is ending...Bursed into my solitude...Knees on the hard window sill...It’s hard, hard, brother, like a three-dimensional shadow...You, young, long-legged! With this... There is a shortage in blood and in rhymes... Indeed, it’s tricky to guess... Drive the night poems away... Exhausted, tied to death... The spider has shut up my dark fold... Hagar Every evening I pray... I whisper to you right on your lips - ghazals... Alcaeus stanzas of Cain from the deserts are heard...Without reservations, without conditions...Like the air is spicy...Today a day hastens from the sky...On a white night,Like an irrepressible woodpecker...Gray rose We will be happy at all costs...Like a flame in the blue glass of a lamp...Shall I tell you: I love you?.. In my soul, as if in an extinct crater... Like my initial days... In a barren land, no grain can grow... I only managed to pray for a miracle... They look again with sightless eyes... That evening we were a hundred years old... Once again the sign to sail was given to us!.. The sea wave will ebb and flow... The groom lies silent and pale... Sonnet (To the West, to the East...) Apparently, here not all of us people are sinners... On Arina in the autumn - in the crane's flight... The moon puts out its sharp horns... At sunsetShadow from the windmill... Gazelles On You are the wedding chestnuts... I quietly cry and sing... Blue mists from the mountains... Into the fiercest sun... I yearn like animals yearn... Lord! Haven’t I lived enough?..I don’t want you today...Do you remember the narrow corridor...Yes, I’m alone. In the hour of parting...There is no way back for me!..My window is covered in patterns...Give me your hand, and let's go to our sinful paradise!..Sad friend...As a little girl, you appeared awkward to me...Take a quick, fleeting glance...Well, should we rebel again? ..We huddled in a chair at dusk...He walks with a woman in light...This evening was a dull fawn...And we all have to walk apart...She is still carefree, she is young...And a voice called out to you in the middle of the night...There is no hurry from death... And that noise will fade away... I don’t like churches where the architect... The calm doubles the heat... What a frantic dead man! Like music, I love your sadness... Vegetable garden This is her house. The lover is embarrassed...Tears poured out - but he couldn’t cry...Thieves broke off all the master keys...Not for safekeeping for the time being...And they were just as proud...