They knocked loudly and persistently in the morning, The locks clicked, the bailiffs - thugs Pushed the wind, hum, berets into the rooms The adults turned pale, the children cried
Look, here's a broken plate by a husband's squirrel, Here's a withered geranium Look, here's a little girl's notebooks - chanting And an old doll Look, a piece of wire, the window is split What you froze, pot-bellied Write to the sky in a box for a padded jacket I'm to blame
Mom is sick with three children Alcoholic husband, try not to pour What can you dare from home with a broom And then you came And next to you there is a young trainee Stumbling in the hallway worth not understand who is the thief Where did he come what kind of work he found
Who, in your clear voice, weaved vultures and hoarseness into beetle hair, white threads not eyes with tears - heart languished not face with wrinkles - said goodbye to youth
And in the photo there is a white - white Wedding dress You look at him so young timid What happiness What has become of you And what then did you do Ulechka - ulya Where did you lose all the years where are you doing Such beauty
Mom is sick with three children Alcoholic husband, try not to pour What can you dare from home with a broom And then you came And next to you there is a young trainee Stumbling in the hallway worth not understand who is the thief Where did he come what kind of work he found
They trampled on, carried it out disgustingly in their souls, The service day was over, well, nothing, okay, The trainee walked down the street, and his soul was like in a cage The chiefs were screaming and the kids were crying
2015
