неизвестный - Исповедь блудного сына
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Friends! I apologize in advance -
Perhaps and not time to remember
And I remembered, I remembered everything instantly:
Our village, home, father and mother.
Father and mother often spoke
"Son, cute, turn to God!"
And daily prayed for me
But I loved a completely different life.
Wine, friends and hundreds of entertainment
I was blinded by heart and eyes
And blinded, with wild enjoyment
I watched in a glass and not in heaven.
Prayers for me are terrible poison were
I did not want to hear about God.
They flew the days ... I lived in dirt and dust
And I thought that this was my lot.
I can't forget, probably forever
That terrible day, - My father died ...
From maternal eye tears flowed rivers,
And I stood cross and laughed:
"Well, where is your God? What does he save?
He is a healer, what don't you get up?
Without God, people are also dying, -
And you, father, like everyone else in the earth. "
He smiled and said heartily:
"I'm still alive, and you, son, dead,
But know that you won't be dead.
And the Creator will resurrect you soon. "
Father buried ... Mother prayed
Triple prayed for my soul.
Thursters tears, what sheds me,
I will remember before the condance of the days.
Well, then I thought in a different way ...
There was a touch of my mother every day.
And now, once I left the house
Deep at night, like a thief, secret.
Then I shouted: "Here it is - freedom!
Now I am waited in thoughts and affairs. "
I did not know what life was a swamp:
Stepped on the bump - and stuck in sins.
And life screaming me like squeezed
In the whirlpool fuss and evil.
Initially, it was well spinning,
But soon he shouted his head.
And soon became terrible, terrible flour
I have every circle and every turn.
I told the will, the mind and - to pain - Hands,
But life - whirlpool, whirlpool ...
"Friends" - what a false, deceptive word!
In the whirlpool - the very first circle.
Oh if my life could start again
I was the only and best friend!
Circle of entertainment, in gold dressed
I was blinded with my shyang.
I became a blind man, did not see the world,
And in a terrible darkness for a flow sailed.
Wine - Equity Evil and Thousands of Elevations ...
A pleasant circle - Oh, how many he thwarted! ..
But there is a source of life and salvation -
I didn't drink from him, I saw from the bottle ...
But who could save me from death?
From those circles of attracting so on the bottom?
Not a man, not a man! Believe!
Answer who? Well, answer, who?!
I rushed in not finding an answer.
And now, one day in the summer, in heavy rain
On the street, I met a friend of childhood,
Seeing the countryman, I felt a shiver ...
I appeared in front of me cute image:
Eyes sad and wet always.
Heart beat, my voice shoved
And silent words broke out:
"Well, how is my mother, I remember me?
Probably cursed for a long time?
I wanted to go all, yes the time is missing, -
You yourself understand, then work, then things ... "
"Causes, work ... would deal off better -
Your cases are not difficult to guess!
I'll tell you, but listen only to the heart
About how "forgot your mother.
When you run out, your mother is from grief
All have suffered - after all, you lived!
And every day, in any bad weather
She went to the crossroads, and waited for you.
and arms extending your god
Praying in the name of the spilled blood,
She was standing in the road,
Pillar of closer, faith and love.
Well, and when it was not able to stand,
When she ran into his bed, -
Bed to the window to move asking
Looked at the road and waited ... "
His words are a rapid impulse
From the soul, they rushed an indifference to the enemy.
I trembled and whispered gravily:
"Tell me that with her, she is alive now?"
"Now - I do not know ... I left - breathing ...
In nonsense, I heard scary words:
- My son is cute, did you come? I knew...
- And you, work, say, things! .. "
I ran, spurred like a screak,
One desire burning like fire:
See the mother, not be late