this is a poem I wrote in Russian, then translated into English.

You should not to speak about love,
Because I don’t want to know love.
You should not to make light dreams,
Because I don’t want to know this these dreams.
You should not invite in me to the countryside me,
Where day is clear and night is light,
And where you are not was I will not be.
And where spring stands eternal.
You should not to ask me about things me,
Which you cannot to dive into:
About blue sky, about happiness.
You should not to allow me in captivity to be a prisoner of love.
You should not to expect any answer on by letter,
Because I burn his,
Or it is a casualtyies.
You should not to expect. I did not expect either as.
You should not to look on to heaven
And Or  grieve. You should not to pine.
We cannot believe in marvels,
We cannot get back golden life time.
You should not to speak about love,
You should not to think, to ring, and to or invite.
You should not spare a living heart.
You should not to speak about love.