old was a stalker - up to the surface -
or foot , but still vigorous in fact ,
steel yoke on his knee , has died heart
two thousand thirty-third .
every one of those who inhabited the city was
without snow that froze nuclear winter
and turns sorrow as torsion,
and body rot , no matter how strong.
& quot; everyone will die , I will stay & quot; - All died ,
Durkee but calmer than in the bunker.
hearing whether tight, whether the sounds behind the wall
walks - squares , head - Circle
no fear, no death, no odors ,
a table, a chair , the hum of the refrigerator .
Daily & quot; everything is good & quot; Blog
is it necessary? will be read by whom?
and up there, it's spring in full ,
and thousands of micro-roentgen per hour are
lethal dose - they are not evil ,
but each with bliss would pierce teeth .
streets seem wider without the crowds ,
bullet holder requests that, in the temple,
depressurization valve beckons
Believe it - problems are solved by words.
stood as a stalker at some of the everyday life,
called to antilogike , shook his mind ,
drove savvy, rumpled , crumpled memory
with the same minutes was devoted rite -
sang and pulled hated valve
so that there - now he could tear the door off its hinges -
strong body, but a weak heart -
only spring - and already there is impossible to deal with it,
nalёg - and is already on the other side of the hatch ,
and the worst - that without fear.
circle - all bare ; here and there - empty
Geiger sad crunched .
painful to watch , painful red blood cells ,
went down into the bunker , not being fed ,
carefully cut along the edge of canned
and breakfast right outside he sat .
and up there, it's spring in full ,
and thousands of micro-roentgen per hour are
lethal dose - breath and flew ,
cries irritating the throat .
streets in the future without the crowds wider ,
bullet holder requests that, in the temple,
depressurize the door -
nothing is not threatened .
