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A letter to grandfather

I left
Home home.
Dove! Grandpa!
I am writing to you again ...
Under your windows
Now the blizzards are whistling,
And in a smoke pipe
Long howl and noise,

As if a hundred devils
It climbed into the attic.
And you don't sleep all night
And take a snack.
And you want
Throw your jacket
To go there,
Beat everyone with a coachman.

Naivety is sweet
An untouched soul!
No wonder great -grandfather
For oats there are three measures
I drove you to the clerk
In an abandoned wilderness
Learn: "There is worthy"
And with the “Father” “Symbol of Faith”.

A good horse grazes.
Selective food
He is a guarantee of love.
And, of oneself
Calling the court
The same
You began to teach a grandson.

But the grandson of this study of this
He did not comprehend
And, to your bitterness,
He went to the country of a stranger.
In your opinion, now
I wander the vagabond,
Continuing in thoughts
An unnecessary stupid verse.

You say:
What you stole from you
That I'm a fool,
And the city is a rogue and mot.
But only grandfather,
Hardly so, hardly, -
Bad horse
The thief will not lead.

Bad horse
You can't drive it off the yard
But the one who wants
Know another surface
He will say:
So as not to rot in the backwater,
The country is native
Need to leave.

So I threw it.
I am in a distant country.
Spring.
There are more roses here.
And I am yours
The fate is lonely
Hello their warm
Whore from afar.

Now a blizzard
Whistles in full swing in Ryazan,
And you -
I can see my itch.
But you know -
No sled
You are here
They will not bring me to me.

I know -
You would come to the roses,
To heat.
Yes, only the trouble is:
Your curse
The power of the steam locomotive
You are forever
Will not move anywhere.

And if I die?
Do you hear, grandfather?
Will I die?
Will you sit or not in the car
To attend
At the wedding of the funeral
And sing in the last
Sadness to me "Hallelujah"?

Then sit down, old man.
Sit down without tears
Trust you
Steel mare.
Oh, what a horse
What a steam locomotive!
Probably
In Germany, they bought it.

Her cast -iron mouth
Used to the fire
And smoke above her like a mane, -
Cheed, Gust and Castle.
Such a mane
Our horse -
How much would it work
Different mop and brushes!

I know -
Time even crumbles a stone ..
And you, old man,
Someday you will understand
That, even the best
Greating a horse into a sled,
To the distant land
Only you will bring the bones ...

You will understand that
That I have left not without reason
Where running
Faster than flight.
In a country embraced by a blizzard
And fire,
Bad horse
The thief will not lead.

S. Yesenin