Here you will find the Poem It Was Not Once of poet Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
It was not only once, it will go this way, In our fight, which is deaf and destroying: As it happened before, you rebuffed me today ? To return, like a slave, by the morning. Therefore, don?t be stressed, my inimical friend, My friend - enemy, caught by black laces, If the moans of love will be moans of pain And the kisses will leave bloody traces.
