Анатолий Багрицкий, Александр Петерсон - Критические дни
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CRITICAL DAYS

Above the leg from the ground,
On the left Debet, on the right is a loan.
The stop was already demolished
And the trolleybus does not go.
The smell of a fresh sheet
He cools in the cold.
The wind is smoke like a dress wears,
Well, I think the days.
Counting days.
Counting days.
Counting days.
Critical days.
Critical days.

Ah, boring, brother is sweet, boring.
I would give a lot for the case
Extract from your own poems,
You, trusting you,
Some sense, at least a stranger.
Five years to sit under a burqa.
Two years wait and choke
Industrial suicide.
There will be no rain, just stuffy.
A stranger will remain a stranger.
Forgive me generously, you too.
All this is garbage that you and I are not familiar
And we will disperse indifferently.
Everything is different. In two days
Where I was not, from home
Without going without leaving.
The earth absorbed two rains,

And in the morning they sweated
Her steamed body.
The moon, like a bulb, is compressed.
In a bloody sucide sauce
The clouds of clouds are floating.
Boiling, over the edges of the pots
Through the humpbacked horizon
Raw matte cotton wool
The fog is slowly sliding.
Mercilessly gnaws
Some old appetite
But I don't want to eat. Transet.
No one will prohibit
And it will not allow. Alcohol
Only pain hurts me
Almost the apostle of suicide.
Some eight years ago
I would give a lot for the case
Do not catch your eye
Not to appear in albums
The so -called relatives.
I've been here for a long time at home
Counting days. Until Sunday
Eight cigarettes are left
And cigarette.
Living -up question
Not for the sake of truth, but for the sake of
The questions themselves. From the answer
I'm leaving without thinking about the reward
For the timeliness of leaving.
To the window of the ship,
As a reflection, I follow
Behind the guy in a leather cap.
By an unfinished shirt
I recognize the bachelor.
His uterine longing,
Her gnawed thighs,
Their suspicious similarity
With the feet of the future wife.
We are both infected with him
Not excluding superiority
The same constancy
Command and obey.
The expends of a drunken soldier,
We owe to others
Laugh
Aloud
(plus minus the abyss)
On the scale of the echoing entrance
Above death.
Full pants.
All this vernissage, all this confusion
Quite justified, but all this is not that.
And a month, like a broken button
On the old cashmere coat
Seventh Heaven. Women come.
On a teaspoon, betrayal for treason -
Youth was stopped like shoes.
And my brother is named, sunflower by the road,
Dried.
It's time
Talk about the main thing.