Александр Розенбаум - Воспоминания о будущем
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The pockets were leaked,
Yes, there is no one to sew them,
So I wander into the insole drunk,
I run from the mirror.

Even the rude does not hold
Neither in hands nor in the saying,
And somewhere life spins,
How far, is it close.

Outside the city, beyond the sea -
Where are you, bustling?
And in my quiet backwater
The devils die - nauseous to them.

Whether the gray hair is in a beard,
Bes in the rib - there is no difference.
People became proud
On weekdays and on holidays.

They became literate people
Ten classes to each,
And if less, I will shake something
Competent citizens!

But I remember, in the communal apartment, we,
New Year - the whole society,
Log, vodka - is it a pity,
By name, by patronymic.

And now the doors are strong,
All eyes with chains,
What is your fortress -
Communication dash and dots.

The matches came out,
I'm down and down the stairs -
What is barking at the nursery
I thought someone would be furious.

I'm to the stall: mother, they say,
Give matches out of line.
And she answered: "Come on, I went,
Also me, son! "

So they got better:
From a pot and to a diesel
And all the fun is in the radio
Yes, and on TV.

Do you know how you want
To humanly:
By name, by patronymic,
Well, in general, it is awardly!