Аля Кудряшева - Мама на даче.
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Mom at the cottage, the key on the table, the breakfast can not be done. Soon vacation, eight years, in August will be nine. In August, nine, seven on the clock, the sky is easy and flat, the sun left in her hair the faded stripes. Sleep scraps to hold down, and miss through your fingers. Vitka from the tenth floor again calls to swim. It is necessary to hurry from all legs and eyes - suddenly run away, leave. Vitka graduated from the fourth class - that is, almost old. Shorts with a t-shirt - a simple outfit, apple to hide the apple. Vitka will teach me to dive, he promised, I remember. To the river the road is cleared, burned and is familiar. Dusty legs look like mamines mittens. Now we have such a heat - the leaves are just like rags. Maybe then we will play, I will ask you to hide and seek. Vitka - He's kind, one in one boy from Jules Verne. I will ask me to drive, I will be allowed, probably. The evening will begin, it must be sweem. Day until the end of the week. I turn to the wall. One hundred, ninety-nine.

Mom in the country. Bike. Tomorrow to take the exam. The Sun licks abstract in gentle eyes. Morning to meet and sit all night, waiting for the summer onset. In August I will already have a student, now nor it. Bread receiving and cheese with a knife, breakfast from sleep is rapid. Vitka from the tenth floor now in the third year. He knows all smart professors, writes programs in the firm. Hood, ironic and Chernobrov, straight hero from the film. Writes the notes of my sister, gives flowers from paying, just I felt faster and describe better. Just a sister light face, I'm hard and evil, we climb on the porch and launch the snake. It seems they are leaving on the night, I spend on the train. River richitis, rustle at the feet, now she is on the belt. Seventy eight, seventy-seven, crying back to the composition. Let them hide, well, all of them, I will not look for them.

Mom in the country. Baska buzzed. Sleeping. The cat got on his chest, the sun on the blanket. Cups, palms and sweaters, coffee, pray, weld. Has anyone seen me yesterday? Do not speak better. Let it be a big secret of a little debauchery, everyone was drunk, an intention, warret, warm breathing brother, hoarsely from chatter, ash flew from the balcony, all at each other - and all alone alone and unoccupied. If we drop on the ruble, breakfast will come to our house, Lord, as I love you all, the rainbow on the palms. Street in solar lace, Vitka, breaking plates. You can lie and revive. You can go to the river. I will catch you and subside, cutting up, shave. Nose into a broken bark. Thirty-four, thirty ...

Mom on the photo. Keys in the castle. Eight hours before summer. The sun on the walls, on a backpack, in old sandals. Sleepy paws through Square, and not to go anywhere. Vitka in America. I am in Moscow. River in distant childhood. The apple was eaten, the composition was gone, somewhere rides in Nice, I begin to count with one hundred, my life is from one. We struggle, crying with her in unison, clowns in the arena. "Twenty One", - Moving through the dream. "Forty", - laughs time. Forty - and the first gray, forty-one - to the hospital. Twenty-one - I live alone, twenty: Boyfriend's eyes, legs in scratches, demon in the edge, thoughts are running away, someone awaits me in the yard, someone - on the tenth. Ten - finish the fourth grade, breakfast can not be done. We must hurry from all legs and eyes. In August there will be nine. Eight - to carry the keys to the neck, in the sunny hymn in the sunny ...

Three. Two. One. I go to look. God help me.