Марианна Плотникова - косы и ленточки
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семнадцать лет слушалась маму,
училась отлично,
цветочки между страничек
прятала. плакала.
в косички
вплетала ленточки
алые.
потом решила, что умная.
уехала в город с огнями —
шумными
улицами, прочей дрянью.
влюбилась в мальчика из комнаты слева,
варила борщ,
трепала нервы.
вышла замуж,
ждала ребенка.
считала себя ранимой и тонкой.
стихи вбивала в мобильный
на парах.
в родильной
рыдала.
недолго терпела мужа.
топталась с ребенком
в лужах,
хотя пыталась быть строже.
приставала к прохожим
и очень любила спрашивать:
скажите,
а я не ваша ли?
мужчина,
так я не ваша ли?
ах, бедная глупая
мамочка,
ах, бедная глупая
девочка,
им — каждому — всем — до лампочки
и косы твои
и ленточки.
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For seventeen years I obeyed my mother,
I studied perfectly
flowers between the pages
hid. Cried.
In pigtails
I woven ribbons
Scarlet.
Then she decided that it was smart.
left for the city with lights -
noisy
streets, other rubbish.
I fell in love with the boy from the room to the left,
cooked borscht
Cracking the nerves.
got married,
I was waiting for the child.
I considered myself vulnerable and thin.
I drove poetry into a mobile
in pairs.
In the maternity hospital
sobbed.
I did not endure my husband for long.
Started with the child
In puddles,
Although I tried to be stricter.
Picked up to passers -by
And I really loved to ask:
Tell,
And I am not yours?
man,
So I'm not yours?
Ah, poor stupid
mommy,
Ah, poor stupid
girl,
to them - to everyone - to everyone - to the light bulb
And your braids
and ribbons.
For seventeen years I obeyed my mother,
I studied perfectly
flowers between the pages
hid. Cried.
In pigtails
I woven ribbons
Scarlet.
Then she decided that it was smart.
left for the city with lights -
noisy
streets, other rubbish.
I fell in love with the boy from the room to the left,
cooked borscht
Cracking the nerves.
got married,
I was waiting for the child.
I considered myself vulnerable and thin.
I drove poetry into a mobile
in pairs.
In the maternity hospital
sobbed.
I did not endure my husband for long.
Started with the child
In puddles,
Although I tried to be stricter.
Picked up to passers -by
And I really loved to ask:
Tell,
And I am not yours?
man,
So I'm not yours?
Ah, poor stupid
mommy,
Ah, poor stupid
girl,
to them - to everyone - to everyone - to the light bulb
And your braids
and ribbons.
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