Александр Иванов - Межсезонье
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In the battles of summer with the winter is not skillful
There is no one to the position of a draw.
These muddy clots of Omela,
And the holes of the rooks
Ha washed with a drain of cover.
The trace of Zhuravy was rubbed for a long time ...
And in caring for bread and a gram
Drum tits out the window.

The sound of agony is the same everywhere,
And in houses and at the gatherings of homeless people.
And the audit of garbage tanks,
Why don't you dig in your soul
Dead, extinguished, brighter,
Hotter than blasting in passions,
Where is the madness of dog weddings
Just a childish prank is trifling.

This is a kmar, these eternal tears,
To be too long "not to be" ...
I urge snow frosts
To finish the decrepit summer,
To fill up all to the top,
It became dull deadly dark.
So that they do not shine there in Dalil
But one lusting window.

However, this was not the case.
Who will regret dogs then?
Who will hang the lard on a thread,
And the homeless old jacket
Will unfasten the skin of a bison
In the compassion or so from the bounty?
However, all this whim is off -season.
This all with the first snow will pass.

What will become? The outgoing
Without shame, I looked back!
The reflection of the sun is catching
Even with a black whirlpool look ...
So the Snow Maiden looked and Taya
I called on my destruction!
So on the lake with ice. Distributing
The white swan looks in the wormwood ...