I've put my heart out of my chest,
I hold it.
It streams,
flows,
juices
with a string of red blood
between my fingers.
What I have promised – I give to you,
so take it
while it's alive,
loving,
warm
and it trembles.
I am left alone,
it's easier without it:
it doesn't ache,
doesn't miss.
My nearest has become my enemy.
With you it beats tenderly and carefully,
and without love it is
cold,
bloodless,
unneeded,
empty.
So take it!
Let it be your talisman.

(с) Ольга Халова
(с) перевод Марины Чияновой