The original poem is as follows:
I want to live with you.
Author: Zvetayeva
I want to live with you.
In a small town,
* * * Enjoy the endless dusk.
And the constant ringing of bells.
In a hotel in this town—
The ancient clock struck.
Weak noise
Like time dripping gently.
Sometimes, at dusk, it comes from a room on the top floor.
Flute,
The piper leaned against the window,
The window is big, with tulips.
I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.
In the middle of the room, there is a ceramic tile stove.
There is a picture on each tile:
A heart, a sailboat, a rose.
Through our only window,
Snow, snow, snow.
You will lie in my favorite position: lazy,
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
Lit a match once or twice.
A harsh voice.
The flame of your cigarette has gone from strong to weak,
The end of the smoke trembled, trembled.
Short, gray cigarette butts-even ashes.
You don't even bother to play-
The cigarette then flies into the fire.