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Robert Rozhdestvensky. "210 steps"

"Bullet"

While this bullet flew into it ...
- What are you talking about?!.
He died
in the hospital.
And all that was
Not suddenly.
Almost a month
we knew it,
that he is doomed ...
Do you remember,
how he cried in an empty office
surgeon?!
“What a person is dying!
What a person! .. "
Poet of surgery
Half a day stood at the table.
I wanted to refute the forecasts.
AND -
Not denied.
There was no
Bullets ...

- No,
Still, there was a bullet! ..
On any tombstone -
two
main years:
A year of arrival in this world.
And the year of departure.

From the threshold
To another threshold
It will go on the ground
Your road.
It will go on the ground
Your fatigue.
And no one will say
There is a lot left ...
But once,
Contrary to your will,
Break off
Hopes and ailments!
Break off
Dreams and sorrows!
"Arrived - departed ..." -
They believe in it
no stamp...

I look at the stone
In fright:
between dates -
line,
Like a trace of a bullet!
A trace of a bullet!
Track
crimson
So, after all
was
This bullet!
So, after all
I was able
Long racing!
So, after all
Waited
Day and hour!
She was waiting for everything
Waited,
Everything was flying!
AND -
I blackened.
I waited.
Dragged ...
Two numbers on stone
Time is erasing.
A trace of a bullet
between them
Burning! ..

While these bullets are flying, -
(And they fly!) -
While these bullets are flying
In you
And in me,
Filling in the wind
Autumn pines are buzzing
turn yellow in the windows
newspapers
Yesterday ...
And bullets fly!
And you can not sit in the armor,
Leave,
climb into the edges forgotten by God ...

But where and when she
Meeting
I appointed me -
Funny bullet
My damned bullet?!
Hit
In which side
and from which side? ..
Wait!
Yes, really
Can't miss her?!

And again
Summary days
The fuss is full.
I live and believe
that life -
It is impossible long.
I didn’t do something: "I will have time ..."
(And the bullet flies! ..)
"I will finish after ..."
(And the bullet laughs, flying! ..)

In a raw window
Inappropriate time
Looks.
And the sky
In the lost stars,
Like in drops
rain ...

Well, what,
That's why we are people
To understand everything.
That's why we are people
To believe
In immortal dreams ...
Above children's breathing
Bended
Tired mother.
The names are burning
At the foot
Kremlin wall ...
That's why we are people
To remember
other people.
That's why we are people
To hear
Their voices ...
In the thawed sky -
Dawn strip ...
Let it be memorable
every
last day!
And every coming day
let it be sung! ..

While these bullets are flying
We
must live.
While these bullets are flying
we have to
be on time
Grow bread,
Save the land,
Fold the song.
... while these bullets are flying
In you and me ...