Левитанский Юрий - Песочные часы
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It was so uninteresting to wake up
I didn't want to wake up so much
that I got out of bed
without waking up
washed and shaved,
I drank tea
without waking up
And he left somewhere
Was there and there,
met with that and that
talked about this and that,
I visited and visited someone
Included
sat,
Greeded to
said goodbye
He defended someone from something,
I moved somewhere again and again,
He used to use someone
And forgave
Someone like something somewhere
And he himself was responded to someone,
Someone firmly promised someone,
The inexplicable secrets were introduced
And, a vague thirst for action, Tomim,
acquaintances and friends to their
I provided some services
And even one of them helped
Door repair the lock
(A friend was waiting for the arrival of the mother -in -law from the cottage)
Well, in a word, I did the actions,
solved a variety of problems -
And at the same time, he moved like a shadow
without waking up
Meanwhile, as a day
Woke up all the time,
woke up
I sprinkled
Saw
and tech
between the fingers, like sand
In the hourly watch,
As long as he woke up,
Estble
on the groove between the glass cones,
And the upper cone was empty above me,
And there were already gleamed stars
And you could go home again
And lie down in bed
and repay the lamp,
and wait,
As long as someone over me
Will turn the hourglass turn over
Moving two glass cones,
And listen again
how sand flows,
Unhurried counting time.

I was a particle of this sand
participant in his high ups,
His cruel storms,
His falls,
his irresistible throw;
which everything has changed instantly,
that indomitable throw,
which was steadily measured
movement of days,
centuries and seconds
In an immense series of millennia.

I was a particle of this sand
living in his big deserts,
a particle of these huge masses,
Running uniform waves.

What winds were funing for us!
What blizzards cried over us!
What vortices moved after!

And I don't know
How many thousands of years
or centuries
It was necessary for me to rush
But my life lasted endlessly,
And there was the primaryness of being in it,
subject to sustainable rhythm,
And that was the harmony of its own
And a feeling of durable peace
In the movement from the throw to the throw.

I was a particle of this sand
a particle of endless stream,
The revolving tireless run
between two huge glasses of glass,
And I like the life of the sand,
a myriad of grains of sand
with their common and inexpensive fate,
Their feasts
Their holidays and weekdays,
their passions,
their high impulses,
The whole pathos of their intentions are good.

Besides,
Among many others,
circled with me in my desert,
There was one sandstone
from which
I was, as they say, crazy
What she did not know about herself
Although it was my darkness,
and light
In my window.

Who knows, still
Love is still, maybe ...

But about that
There will be a special conversation.

I want to go there again, in the years of ignorance
where are so small and so naive information
About the sky, about the earth ...
Yes, in those years
Faith prevails,
Yes, blind
But how nice to remember, falling asleep,
that the land is on three whales,
And waking up -
Yes, on three whales
rests reliably and steadily,
And there is no need to worry about anything,
And the world is stability itself,
herself
harmony,
and not bottomless chaos
Not this runaway darkness
a tendency to expand
in the circle of universal black void,
where the lonely ball was lost
Turning ...
Thank you, whales
For a strong illusion of peace!
What price
the cost of what losses
I appreciated how sweetly hesitantly
And how dangerous the pernicious art -
Cognition of the spirit of malicious-vilitary.
But this fruit,
Ah, this fruit is forbidden -
How sweet and how softer is his taste! ..

Meanwhile, sand in my hourly watch
woke up
And it was empty over me
glass dome,
The stars sparkled there
And it was necessary to wait only a moment,
As long as someone over me again
Will turn the hourglass turn over
Moving two glass cones,
And listen again
how sand flows,
Unhurried counting time.