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An angry cough sounds at night
An old woman fell ill.
For many years she has been in our apartment
Lonely in the room lived.
Letters were, only very rarely.
And then, not noticing us,
Everything went and kept saying:
“Kids, you should get together at least once.
Your mother bent, turned gray,
Well done - old age has come.
How well we sat
Near our table.
You walked under this table,
Often sang songs before dawn
And now we parted, sailed away.
Come and collect all of you. ”
My mother got sick that very night
The telegraph did not tire of shouting:
“Children, urgently! Children, very urgent!
Come, mother got sick! ”
From Odessa, Tallinn, Igarka,
Putting it aside
Children gathered, but only sorry
By the bed, not the table.
Wrinkled hands stroked
Soft silver strand
So why did you give separation
So how long will you stand?
Mother was waiting for you in the rain and snowfall,
On hot insomnia nights.
Is it really necessary to wait for grief
To come to his mother?
Really only telegrams
They brought you to the fast trains?
Listen up! As long as you have mom
Come to her without telegrams!