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Morning knock on the window with rays
And she won’t find herself in bed or in the kitchen by the kettle.
After all, Inna is the one who should be there before the boss.
I used to paint my lips on the run, even in sleepy delirium.
No lines to the vending machine with coffee.
She usually enters an empty office.
Staring at the computer, drowning in work,
In this mountain of new letters. Could increase
But she is here, and that makes sense.
The meaning comes at eight, leaves at six
And so dear to my soul for three years already. Is it really
Everything will end before it starts
Indeed, without it, it is unbearable to meet the sunrises.
Traffic jams rush home, the clock slows down.
And so long to wait for a new day in which everything will change.
She sees in a dream that he opens the door,
It’s like flying and saying: “My whole life is you.”
But dreams are deceiving, useless, the harder.
Again eyes in a wet place, can not sleep.
Two turns of the key, elevator, staircase, door, courtyard,
And the night seemed to erase the pain.
Lights and traffic lights diluted the darkness
Faces of random passers-by and bars,
Cars, speeds, bridges.
Girlish exuberant mind tormented by thoughts:
"Maybe he does not sleep, where is he and who is with him?"
In English, in headphones, a voice sang about love,
About the fact that she is with you around and everywhere.
The blood pulsing in my temples so frantically
Inna believes the voice for a long time, but where is she.
Looks for answers: flower petals, ribs of coins.
And all that she regretted then suddenly disappeared.
Having become bold, she already knew what he would say
And perhaps the next morning they will be bound forever.

Artem decided everything himself yesterday evening,
Next time, there is nothing left to postpone.
Blithely he started the alarm half an hour earlier,
But until the morning I did not sleep a wink, time is so fleeting.
He weighed words, intonations, speeches,
He doubted them forever, drew, drew.
How will she see if she wants to be with him
What will say in response - there is no number of options.
Three years ago, her image froze in her eyes.
She worked with him, beautiful, slim.
Three years of furtive glances, three years of embarrassed smiles.
What could be sweeter than this mutual torture
But tomorrow, no, even today
He will close the mockery of the entire office dummy.
He is so restrained, extremely calm,
But tomorrow, although not, today.
Gathered in a furious hurry, stained clothes,
Two cups to smithereens, washed off casually.
Angrily cooked porridge, but she did not climb into her mouth.
This shirt, no, the one too pompous.
Reliable gently and angrily sang "Run."
Whiskey is knocking, keys are ringing, but no longer up to them,
After all, an unpleasant pain, and love spread from behind
And he flies forward.
Why there is no tram for ages.
I don’t know that they are so slow forever.
At the intersection of the Great Georgian and Stechkin
In a flower shop I bought everything I could carry.
An infinity of infinity waiting for an elevator,
The stairs up fluff easier.
Now that door, a few meters,
Wadded feet, and heart beating violently.
strange, the employees are crying what happened.
“Anya,” he called the secretary. Anya can’t stand up:
"That, mother Inna called yesterday: Inna died at night ..."
The voice broke, time froze.

There is no second chance, forget it. There is no tomorrow.
Here every day as the last one here and there,
No matter where you are or who you are, do what you have to do, go for it.
Not in a week or an hour, know:
There is no second chance, forget it. There is no tomorrow.

There is no second chance, forget it. There is no tomorrow.
Here every day as the last one here and there,
No matter where you are or who you are, do what you have to do, go for it.
Not in a week or an hour, know:
There is no second chance. There is no tomorrow.