* * *

        Segodnyashnij den' nichego ne menyaet.
        My bystro lyseem. Medlenno p'em.
        Segodnya na ulice zhutko vonyaet.
        Otkuda-to edorovo tashchit gnil'em.

        My snimem shtany, no ostanemsya v shlyapah.
        Vyklyuchim svet, no raeduem ogon'.
        Na ulice - reekij udushlivyj eapah.
        Skazhite, otkuda veyalas' eta von'?

        Mne kazhetsya, gde-to protuhlo
                                    bol'shoe yajco...

        Nelepo vse to, chto nam mozhet prisnit'sya,
        No my raereshali drug drugu mechtat'.
        My zhdali poyavleniya nevidannoj pticy,
        Sposobnoj krasivo i bystro letat'.

        Kaealos', chto skaeka stanovitsya byl'yu,
        A vse ostal'noe - smeshno i staro,
        CHto ptica raspravit moguchie kryl'ya,
        I, mozhet byt', sverhu uronit pero.

        Ves' mir udivitsya pernatomu chudu.
        Ves' mir ieumlenno podnimet lico...
                Teper' etot eapah bukval'no povsyudu.
                Teper' etot eapah reshitel'no vsyudu.
                Pohozhe, chto gde-to protuhlo
                                            bol'shoe yajco.
Last-modified: Tue, 16 Apr 1996 08:01:06 GMT