Parnishechka a young , only fifteen years old
In settler questions expects
But he had a poor response is simply no ,
And investigator - wolf knows about it.
A quirky investigator , talked incessantly ,
Typing on an old typewriter
The boy , squinting , so sad , sitting in the window looking ,
And in glasses , reflected tears .
A bird outside the window , everything is spinning ,
And outside the window in May , everything melts,
But the snow lies on the ground bed ,
Now there is only somewhere in December.
"You bury himself , saying nothing .
Well, what are you to question , no answer?
How the gun with clip , a guy with you?
After all, you jerk , well know . "
"Well, like you, in a restaurant full of broad daylight
Lobeshnik him , planted olive ?
Probably tablets swallowed quietly ,
Bulging eyes with a gun and raspberries.
" After all, you must understand my dear, that you are now , not the tenant ,
Itself does not wish to think of the mother .
No, you do not understand the guy can see everything , you end
Look kid , I did not come up with it . "
The young parnishechka , stared out the window
There his life , short flashed
Throughout the cruel world , only his mother ,
Beautiful and kind like that.
He is ready for it to cut any throat ,
And this beast, then it hit .
Well , well, now derailed his life stingrays ,
He deliberately went over the edge.
" I tell you , it does not scare , nothing to tell "
The boy stood up and leaned against the wall
"A protocol which want to immediately sign "
Hung jeans skinny knees.