Сергей Садовников - Олег Горшков - Алхимия одиночества
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The feeling of loneliness is probably similar to the feeling of a woman:
In the corners of the dark lips, something is radiant, plays, splashes-
Golden fish of the examination ... between him and you kinship,
You read in it expectation, timidity, grin, some call ...
It’s easy with him, with him, you are jokingly, of course, while on “you”,
But closer and closer this is a young, angular creature.

You already love him, you are going for his slightly audible swear.
Silence in the pigs is so whimsical, so illegible, so
Talking with God, repeating to Himself - I do not believe ...
It still remembers something more than more than
All that will be taken from scratch, it climbed into the attic
And he lives there with you, and reads the songs of the great kingdom Chen,

and smokes stealthily, picks up Chinese names for stars,
It smells of a fishing network, book dust, mint, onion
And, of course, happiness, if happiness has a do not smell.
This is how it is at first, or, one might say, such is it ...
And then you suddenly find that you were not familiar
With her completely. Like, however, with yourself. And as if in one gulp

Pushchnychny shakes the long -stolen silence,
and from the sky down the head, shining, the gods, gods, will sprinkle,
And the great kingdom of Chen will fall, like a colossus cut into a harvest,
And you will listen to the rain drops knock on the bottom
tin bucket in the old Mazanka, in the house by the road -
You will fall into childhood, you will hear a father's voice,

the sound of his violin, stringing the cloud to flash through
You will become easier than a water meter, stronger than the axis,
on which the globe of the earth rotates with a damp autumn,
You will see how the sky opens at dusk with a female bosom.
Loneliness will become life, birth, death, fate,
Your Magdalene, your Maria, who came down from the Kazan icon.

You will see the patterned yellow diatheiums in dust.
You will understand that the opportunity to be with the whole world is alone
Not a metaphor at all - for this you need only a kettle,
boiling, rain outside the window, some kind of sad motive
From an old radio, some kind of children's whim in the mind,
And still the art of not regretting the day that flickered, like a flasher.

about the elusive time - the gift to completely forget about it
and indulge in the whole life that filled the air,
injected into tea with bergamot, into music, into the fingertips,
soaked tobacco in cigarettes, a draft of healed into the house,
let out all the loneliness of the world as guests,
And you will be sure that in the image and likeness you have been created,

You will become the god of your loneliness and His slave,
genius, crazy, last insignificant creature,
pure nature, naked abstraction, breathing void,
Faust, waking up in you, will scream at that moment: “Wait,
Stop a moment, you "... you do not know what later
The moment will turn out, what ice sovereign with poison

lover of loneliness, becoming a crazy xantipp.
a monster devouring greedy with themselves
the one who was looking for peace, refuge, refreshments in him
Whenever he was dying of guilt and blinding pain ...
And I wanted wine and almost some kind of mortal laziness ...
You were forgiven, and you, guilty, would forgive them all,

Probably, he could have asked for forgiveness for everyone -
The mother, friend, wife, moth, petal, blade of grass, blades
your son, who is one for you, is so lonely
We are all from birth ... but, God, how much suffering is in a face
Your Kazan ... or it is just playing glare
candles, and in vain expectations, everything is multiplying, multiply,
And the acquaintance calls you distant ...