Подмосковные Вечера

Не слышны в саду даже шорохи,
Все здесь замерло до утра.
Если б знали вы, как мне дороги
Подмосковные вечера.

Речка движется и не движется,
Вся из лунного серебра.
Песня слышится и не слышится
В эти летние вечера.

Что ж ты, милая, смотришь искоса,
Низко голову наклоня?
Трудно высказать и не высказать
Все, что на сердце у меня.

Если б знали вы, как мне дороги
Подмосковные вечера.

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