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Father archimandrite,
give up vespers service: a cricket’s chirping! * The night’s prodigy: A star descending from skies to listen to it * All the lamenters remain speechless at a dash: crickets are chirping! * The feast at height; Listless to the street’s noises, the Master Cricket * Midnight approaches – The cricket’s sleeplessness rise again the song * My dear nightingale, where did all the crickets go this specific night? * The priest’s murmured chant: under the altar’s table a cricket’s chirping! * Marked by emotion, duet o the cricket’s sad fate, the first white hoar frost * Long forgotten tomb… At All Soul’s Day attending only the crickets * During all night long both the statue’s ears overfilled with crickets * A city dumpsite – the distant cricket’s chirping resounds crystal clear * The concert is over: stuck to the heavy boot’s sole the soundless cricket * It begins to rain – the cricket’s serenade cut short once again * A desert house – the ceaseless cricket’s chirping crumbling the ceiling * Accompaniment to the cricket’s chirping – the scythe sharpening
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