RAZROZNENNYE MYSLIRazorvannyj ljubimymi na chastiNe predlagaju im togo, chto ne dano. Issokhshi, spit moya dusha s nenast'em Bezvremennosti, bez poem - Odnoj. Ona - raspalas': dukhom, slovom, telom. Ej po inertzii pishu, chtob ne zabyt' Palitru spetykh dnej, pochti vse - v belom. Udobnyj tzvet: vstrechat', molit' i khoronit'... Oni, kak ran'she, vne znachimosti letali: Teper' davno uzhe sred' nikh - ona... Ne razlichaju litz za negoju pechali. O! Lish' by syn i doch' smogli menya uznat' Do poshloj stzeny "pogreben'ya papy", "Oplakivaya" chuzhezemnyj grob... Da, "zhizn' proshlas', kak mishka kosolapyj" Po vsem stremlen'yam, "ne ostaviv prob". Opyat' zvonju... tuda, gde net otveta, Opyat' grez - vsplesk: teplo detej, rodnykh... Chto zh, v poezd Vremeni sel bez obratnogo bileta - Ne uteshen'e, chto ego net u inykh. Zakroju okna proshlosti, chtoby ne dulo Istoshnym vetrom budushchikh poter': Im ne iz chego vychitat'... Usnula Dusha s nenast'em... Priotkryvshi dver'... 26 maya 1997 Kajzerslautern |
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