Нью-Йорк, столица дадаизма

Я смотрю сверху на Центральный Парк и вспоминаю высокого, светловолосого мужчину, читавшего свое стихотворение «Красный и черный» полвека назад в маленьком городке на севере Румынии. Глядя на парк, я вспоминаю те строки эпохи сталинизма:

                                    В Нью-Йорке все прекрасно.

                        Герои приходят, герои уходят.

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