Denis Sibircev. 16 maya. Pis'mo
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© Copyright Denis Sibircev
Email: den@imp.uran.ru
Date: 29 Oct 1998
Proizvedenie nominirovano v litkonkurse "Teneta-98"
http://www.teneta.ru
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Dumayu, ty, kak i ya, ne znaesh'
K chemu etot sneg posredi maya,
Tol'ko v dogadkah vremya teryaesh',
Sidish' chitaesh', p'esh' chaj, sogret'sya zhelaya,
Slushaesh' muzyku, v pled kutayas',
Grustish', pod akkompanement oblakov,
Pishesh', v slovah, kak vesna putayas',
Prosto glyadish' v okno bez slov.
I zamechaesh', kak kaplyami, luzhami
Beloe utro k zakatu rastayalo,
Dnem bestolkovym, syrym i prostuzhennym,
Seruyu klyaksu na pamyat' postavilo.
I pod konec, uzh sovsem razrevevshis',
Tam, za domami, vdrug vyplyvet sinee,
V krasnoe s rozovym pereodevshis',
Vse pozabudet o snege i inee.
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