I lived a chunk of my childhood in the former Soviet Republic of Uzbekistan; this beautiful Russian ballad, by the legendary Irina Allegrova, I’ll never forget.
It’s about break-ups & ends: romantically, titled “unfinished novel.” The lesson: “But everything sometimes ends.” (The last sentence is beautiful too.)
End at the climax -- and accept that "everything sometimes ends."
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"Beautiful love - we have given it a tribute of madness
O, God, as spring suited you
But autumn outside, trees in silver,
Alas, habit cooled us.
Snowflakes on the eyelashes thawed
And we read the beautiful unfinished novel
about love, without the treasons
But everything sometimes ends
So let us leave now from the fate
After leaving the unfinished novel
in the park on the bench.
Little between us, glad recollections
but I did not want to know the agony of love
After parting with you, let us save our love
from the complex conversations and the offenses."
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