Actress Vesna, after a serious illness, is back on stage: With a slight movement he fluttered onto the stage of thawed roofs, Reads a ballet about nightmarish love and beautiful betrayal, Dances poems about the cunning of heroes and the loyalty of rats. The cheers from the streets painted the city a sacred green. From this prayer the sky collapsed in an avalanche of heat, The incessant screeching of the squares lit up the galleries of lovers, The patched tailcoats of the facades filled the ground floor of the house. Etc. Actress Vesna, Actress Vesna, Let us live Let us finish singing Until spring... The sun-secretary-general is busy with his lorgnette in the imperial box, Gloomily grumbles about frayed nerves, that there is no reason to warm, Lifts the smiles of passers-by by the chins, And, crossing himself, he opens the seventy-fifth theater season.

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