Антон Духовской - Песенка про мальчика и снег
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The boulevard fell asleep, covered
in July snowstorms.
There's still half an hour
until the first alarm clock.
In the dawn, weightless,
the sleepy mists are melting.
And contrary to textbooks,
miracles are possible.
As soon as morning dawned,
the boy couldn't sleep anymore.
It's his birthday today!
Who wouldn't be waiting for it?
However, there's a problem –
all his friends have left the city
for the summer.
And it's unlikely anyone will come.
The sun is bouncing like a ball.
What should the boy do?
A person can't live
without guests and celebrations.
To avoid sitting idly,
he says in a half-whisper:
Let snow come to my birthday.
But there is no consolation.
Where to send the invitation?
Nobody knows the address
where it's vacationing in the summer.
The day will lean towards evening.
There's nothing to hope for here -
There will be no birthday.
And our boy is sad.
But suddenly in the courtyard-well,
the janitors started lamenting -
What a misfortune? It can't be!
We've had enough of miracles!
They stand there, blinking their eyes.
And snow in flakes
unexpectedly and suddenly
descends from the heavens.
Quite unintentionally,
the snow came in a thrown-on cloak.
He was wearing a delightful
lilac beret.
And as if casually, he
flew to the open window.
And the snow says to the boy
in a snowy way: "Hello!"
Like dandelions,
snowflakes fly to the boy.
He laughs. And everyone around,
of course, feels good.
That's the story,
about a boy to whom
on his summer birthday
snow once came.
The sunset, a thin strip,
touched the windowsill.
Everyone sets their alarm clocks,
and goes to sleep in their underwear. In the tangled web of boulevards,
the house sleeps, wrapped in fog.
And contrary to textbooks,
miracles are possible.