Белая Гвардия - Телефонный монолог
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And if you ever still
Score my phone number
I, of course, I'll get happy
And surprised too -
Your voice is equal to Gordin
Defeated Napoleon.

You have battles, connectors, uniforms, women.
We have a lot of bread and chatter.
Even at the place of registration, the coupons are promised
On the slider from the diaper grown daughter.

All friends have great problems with living space,
Everyone love jazz is most likely therefore
One of us was born by the Soviet Rothschild,
All others want to die by poets.

The view from the window is worthy of the Pen historian,
Who writes a manual for incoming:
For incoming bad with old wipers,
All sweeping mammals, but extinct.

But you, of course, I wanted to hear something completely different:
About, for example, I read you in newspapers,
And what I like, what do you think, how do you write,
What preserved the notes of the boy on cuffs ...

I read. Like. Saved. But god right
What disappeared between this and last summer -
Between the horror of non-recognizance and zyny glory,
But you realized that I was not about that ...