Новелла Матвеева - Окраины
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The summer night was
Warm, like ash ...
So, an imperceptible step,
I got to the outskirts.
These outskirts
Were set off
Cutten towers,
Lace taps.

Clouds,
Brights of clouds
Swimed through the frames
Unfinished houses.
These houses without roofs
In white night
They called me into the wasteland,
In the mud and clay were brought.

On the wasteland night
Light iron scrap
Cooling slowly,
I poured daytime warmth.
And these houses without roofs
In the stuffy night
They knew something like that
That they could not even say.

From around the corner, like a thief
The pale yard emerged:
There is a magical wind in the wind
The paper dance was dancing.
And these houses without roofs
As if they were going somewhere,
They walked, - they sailed, as if they were
Not at home, but ships.

I met on the way
Between cement waves
A tub with some kind of paint,
Definitely in the warm sea - Chelny.
Meshok stick in it,
Like in a shuttle oar ...
From brick ships
The boat-boat was taken.

Everything was magical:
Even paper
Even a fingering bag
I still remember.
And these houses without roofs,
Light without fire;
This sadness and joy
This night with a smile of the day.