Катя Молодец - Цирк уродов
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In my city, according to the tour plan,
Rolled people.
The boy on the street put an advertisement on me:
"Look at the mistakes of nature."

Here I hold in my hands a ticket for sale
Living human souls
And I could not step, I confess to you right away
In a well of laughing carcasses.

I stand at the entrance. I'm waiting for now
Everyone will go home.
Only then I will be able to look into the eyes
Those who are not at all equal to us.

It is already a rainy tone
He began to sing the raw songs
Taking the leaflets of fluffy crowns
In a small wet network.

Here there is no crap on a canopy -
Bad weather intervened, and the wind
Flooding the hair cast, inflams the jacket,
He climbs like capricious children.

I stand by the grate. I hold a ticket
Not daring to break into the house
Where the bald, crooked and three -legged grandfather
Shares an umbrella with a tailed boy,

Where the hunchbacked barn helps to be in time
Boarded dress in a coat,
Where with a smile for the dwarf will warm
Fragrant honey and milk,

Where from the rostrum will help the Gemini
Gallant entertainer,
Where are men of ugly ladies
Treated with sweet dragees.

There are so many worries and so many warmth ...
I stood gazing.
"And why is beauty for rude dolls?" -
Asked through the fence.

They are so fabulously cute above us,
I assure you, more funny.
They can even be even happy -
They are frankly on us ...