Тимур СПБ - мама
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in a custodian bathrobe
From bright color fiber
In a hospital overcrowded chamber
It is a woman crying at the window.

Nobody comforts it already -
Everyone knows about the reason for these tears.
Neighbors on the ward visit
And she, only once, the son of the robe brought.

For the slippers forgot, said confused:
- I'll bring tomorrow ... Will you try, mom?
- Of course, I will suffer. I'm on the peril
And in woolen socks I can lie.
Where to walk here? Spacious.
Singing the nurses will bring.
My disease is so exhausted
What I would only lie down, but relax.

Sung sighed, removed the eye to the side:
- Here ... you understand ... there is a case to you ...
All this is very confused and thin ...
But you do not think bad about me!
Apartment you have an empty
And my wife and I thought about
What are you there, then here ... one ... patient ...
You will choose - we take you.
And grandchildren will be happy, you know,
They do not have the souls in you, moms!
Everything! Solved! You move to us!
Your apartment will sell!

Pulled off the paper, brought up without a doubt:
- I thought it all, trust me, moms ...
As soon as we see an improvement,
From here to immediately go to us.

What do you say here? He is son of her, native blood ...
And grandchildren, for them and it is worth living!
And signed, not suspecting
How is everything in fact.

There are days, pass and weeks ...
My son is not. And it is unlikely that he will come.
Woman Teshali and sorry ...
But who and what will not understand?

And every day she weakens
And at night, the dream is increasingly dreaming,
How porridge in the morning son warms,
But crying and does not want to eat.

And the first steps
And the word that he said for the first time,
And the first scratches,
And kindergarten
and school - first class ...

Doctors are silent, trying to eat
At least somehow I suffer easily.
And relatives are strictly banned
It is about the diagnosis to inform.

She does not know that the hospital is
Not urban easy hospital,
There is no chance on the amendment anymore ...
But, for her, non-nightmare.

Plate "Hospice" on the wall at the entrance
She does not mean anything bad.
On strange words for a long time
And do you need to blame someone?

She does not know that son is fine
Calls by doctors, two times two:
- You said, die ... Strange,
That still she is still alive.

She is alive. She is all waiting and believes,
That the son will come, will negle, will explain ...
Will open the chambers of the door,
She will understand everything and will forgive.

With the last strength she gets up from the bed
Holding over the wall, suitable to the window.
As far as the patience is still enough
So believe in an indifferent son?

She is ready to try to end
And forces that no, she should find.
Suddenly he will come? She must wait!
Will come ... Well, how can he not come?

It is worth and crying ... Waiting from the son to lead ...
On the sky will only look incolutions
And pulls the hand of a native baptism
Like, wait, Lord, do not take ...