"Million crimson roses" to ALLA PUGACHEVA
A poor young Artist lived in a small town.
This is a recollections of one day in June of the poor young Artist.
Once upon a time, he fell into love to a dancer who came to the town.
Some days after, she will leaves the town and go to the dance-team of a city.
He thought to present to her million crimson roses for her recollections.
He thought to present to her million crimson roses for his recollections.
He thought to present to her million crimson roses through the window she can see.
Who planted these Million crimson roses through the window she can see.
Who is in love for real.
As if it was covered in the blood which spouts and comes out of the heart.
He sold his shelter.
He sold his paintings.
He sold his everything,
and bought crimson roses of the whole surface of a hill for it from the florist in the town.
The day the dancer leaves,she woke up ,and gazing million crimson roses through the window she can see.
She was seeing the last present of separation which the artist sent.
Dancer's recollections is the million crimson roses which covered the ground.
Artist's recollections is her smiling face.
Her smiling face did not disappear to his heart forever.
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