Андрей Земсков - Уходящая сказка
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The cat caresses water from the saucer.
The sun above the head.
People leave, but - remain
Snow, foliage, grass,
Autumn wind, ringing the tram,
Noisy tee of the river,
Sending us clear signs
Non -being despite.

Studge, raise full bowls!
Did we go ahead in vain?
And our angels will gone to us,
Sitting at the common table.
At dusk of summer, we will grind
On patriarchal ponds
At the turnstile - and we will not return
Nowhere else.

The wings of the shells, Krylov's chair,
Volanda Black cane ...
Stewing arrow
Time pierced through.
Thread of the harsh sky,--
Drazhe is pouring from above.
Here is your wormwood, gray neck, -
The birthplace of the bird's soul.

The cat fell asleep, covered her paw.
Winter will come soon ...
Time to touch, heaven for growth,
The snow is full of bins.
City on the hill, Gornnnaya Horn
The voice of Krapivinsky books,
Gaidar bag, distant countries,
The evening to the window clung ...

People leave, songs are leaving ...
What remains? River,
Sandy shore and steamer.
From the deck wave: "So far!"
Summer on the wings of the duck is carried away
Those who were waiting for heat.
We have a bright autumn.
Tale, where did you go? ..