Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Рассказ

I , meanwhile , ever grow old and inevitably will either prim Victorian aunt in a skirt - a liqueur glass with a satchel - envelope on the clasp and a hat , God forgive me , that when my size will not look so ridiculous even as threatening ; such old maiden with lace nightgown to toe , paranoid order in the apartment, a cat with a thick , smooth hair, dry mouth squeamish , painfully straight back, a whole bunch of sexual perversions , or sad such odryabshey Russian aunt with her ​​lips down and guttered eyes, which does not hold any pencil spreads bruise ; son loser , civil - artist husband , I will be a big rough hands with senile buckwheat in large silver rings , I'll be haggard and Bryl , even , perhaps , not their teeth , with the characteristic bluish tint on the gums , but even thinking about it scary.
Most of all I want to be leaner subsequently such vigorous lesbian under poltosu , with piercing eyes and mouth ironic , half gray hedgehog , maybe ; conduct sarcastic eyebrow and let comments through samokrutochny tasty smoke , I will have such a girl of about thirty , thin and sharp gestures as a Russian wolfhound , with some wild -eyed , maybe Asian , loud , infectious laughter , glossy black short hair , we are more like mother and teenage son than a couple , give each other what wacky something monosyllabic nicknames Bu Po , Drew , Evil, something , we will communicate this to the typical dialect enamored obscene , pillow fight , and none to whom we will not be the case.
Probably , I have a son Sergei , the same twenty-five years , it may happen that the girl - Asian Otobaya I just had it, I was told such cases , he, however , is not particularly offended , rather, will present this as a piquant anecdote family , will be such a beautiful tall dunce with a bang in the low jeans with a metal chain for keys on the side , and I will love him scary and frightening as jiving , I have it grow one more verbal swordsman , maybe he once some come to us with some faded blonde , I would not be tracked in the street, coming unexpectedly serious, with some others , not his own voice , in his eyes not looking , and then I got tenderness and horror , such I have a great son , hell, well be the same , so much , and now I absolutely do not belong .
- Ro - I'll poke in the back I lost my girlfriend - Ro , he married the same idiot . Ro , what I Junk. She did not even laugh ever, Ro , that he found in it , is it my son . I always told him that you can not sleep with a man who can not make you laugh .
And even can call his father , uncle postpaid this fifty-five years , half Armenian, the great love of youth, with whom we had a good once lived for five years , did not even have time to be sick of it to each other , and I will smoke in the tube and yell , and surely I will call him by his patronymic , as caretaker , or by the name because it is the name the son :
- Manoyan ! You can imagine her name is Tanya , and she shines all . Manoyan , this is our son, did you ? Unless I had a lean face is twenty-five years , like that girl ? Yes, I was a powder that flying glass, you remember , I do not understand this , Manoyan . He'll show her , you just cope with the person.
But the mind, of course , do not shake ; bless , Tanya , it probably will not be a nice girl , Sergei simply will not need another such fun bezumitsa , as a mother, he finds a maelstrom quieter and quieter .
Their grandchildren can not imagine at all; only know that I will then have to think much about his own mother, who by this time long funeral, and regret that she can not show the sort of beauty.
Will , it is possible that recognized star whatsoever , will periodically call an expert in any talk show ; learn saleswoman or taxi drivers ; granddaughter can arrange in any good Lyceum on old acquaintance with the headmistress , which would , for example, Zabolotnaya ......