Новосельцев Олег - Автопортрет
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(Sl: Arc. Sarlyk)

He began writing in his youth
Male self-portrait.
For seven days he looked in the mirror,
Shining a bright light.
For three years he was looking for an angle
And colors for the portrait
And didn't let anyone in
To the easel.

I barely had time the next morning
He lifts his eyelids
How I rubbed my eyelid again
And he corrected it again.
He hoped so for centuries
Imprint your image...
Winter gave way to spring,
Snow - leaves.

And somewhere cities were dying,
And the ninth wave was coming!
He counted the years by strokes
And he nodded to himself.
And twenty years, and thirty years -
But there are no similarities!
And now half a century has flown by,
And the object began to melt.

He caught with all his might
Your escaping eye...
The brush fell. He said:
Good this time!..
And he smiled crookedly,
And immediately, as if out of luck,
Between reflection and canvas
Suddenly the resemblance grew.
Glass only separated them,
As striking as steel...
And, smiling to himself,
He began to move away...

He began writing in his youth
Male self-portrait.
Tens of years have come to nothing,
The bright light also dimmed.
And she kept looking after him,
Crooked and strange
Drawing your own portrait
Huge country.