By nightfall road sweep at all .
In the wet asphalt tires do not crash .
Strong motor , overwrought , yelling ,
As a person in an official car
Former paratrooper , and after con
Somewhere near Tula long without work.
To somehow fix things ,
Took this reys- today anything .
Wagon drove it great to Moscow
Address it on a piece written.
To load paper did not give him ,
But at the end of the three promised to pay .
And in the yard feisty month of January
Raw ground asleep snow.
Only have time to go round the posts ,
By nightfall, the road seems hell.
He slipped all the posts to Moscow.
From pictures of his daughter but his wife smiled .
As he entered the city , and then the cops
With the move of its brakes tried
Who helped him, or God- damn
Only they know how he reached ...
Here is the house among the broken roads.
A pair of rings , and he entered the gate .
Several shaved , healthy children
Met a strange and long swore.
And then through the shouts and mat
Suddenly began to beat , maim trying .
Senior shouted : & quot; That done , asshole ?!
You should not have , bitch , drive ,
You're on the wrong track went
How did you managed to pass ?! & Quot;
Former paratrooper , and after con
Eyes sparkled , dark blood spitting .
In shrank arm tattoos .
& quot; money given , cattle & quot ;, - he whispered.
Senior him then looked into the eyes
And there is something in them , horrified , saw
Shouted his : & quot; Guys, a lot of things & quot ;.
Gave money and even though there is not offended ...
Blood sleet wiping ,
Former trooper walked along the road.
Sticky money clenched hand
Path to the house mother does not seem long ...
A snow - snow is not happy on the way down,
Flakes fly and gently melts
( c) GAD
