В.Высоцкий - История болезни 3.
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Listen of the disease part 3

Suddenly, as if sinking into a gloom
Portraits and doctors,
The heat from me flowed like
From the domain furnace.

I felt evil dexterity -
I went like a ram,-
And the paramedic barely protected
X -ray screen.

And - blood, and you will not die -
I will pour at least all of Russia-
And - a cry: "On his table, under the knife!
Anesthesia! Anesthesia! "

I was healthy, healthy like a bull,
Healthy as two bulls -
Any of the peak in the hour
I could hide the sides.

You go, it happened, and you sing -
Communicate with people
Suddenly a cry: "On his table, under the knife!
Got it, damn it ...

"No need to be nervous, my friend,-
The doctor became a little bitter,-
Almost all people around
Medical history. "

They overlapped my neck with ice -
Hurry, tearing the shirt,-
I grin with a red mouth,
Like a jester on the arena.

I shout to myself: "Powers! -
And strain my chest .-
"In your baked blood
Someone will get bogged down! "

I could, when it would not be eyes and eyes,
Screw the whole earth-
It is a pity that they managed to have a copper pelvis
To substitute at the right time!

I already do not hear my scream
I don't recognize my sister,-
Here's a sweet gas penetrated me,
Like vodka in the morning.

The colorful shroud hid and the hall
And the faces of doctors,-
But I still proved them,
What is mentally healthy!

We are weakening, twitching and again
Ied,- but the needles are introduced
And pour artificial blood -
She does not come out with a throat.

"The surgeon, until he took anesthesia,
You get your head,-
I did not say important words -
Listen, here they are.

Cut with God, praying,
Moreover, the fights,
That these lines are not about you,
And about other doctors! ..

I lay down on the bend of being,
Half a way to the abyss,-
And my whole story -
Disease history.

I woke up - on the seam's body,
The nurse fed me.
And all the doctors with me on "you",
And I am with the doctors.

"You can’t get up, you can’t walk.
Pray that carried! "
I can fill the bucks here
Unverse number.

I can lay sides here
Without any communication -
My gut is still thin
For thrill.

The first person himself is a hawkli -
He only hid it,-
And the creator was sick,
When our world created.

Humanity has everything -
Either colic, then rubber,-
And his whole story -
Disease history.

All of humanity has long been
Chronically painful -
From the day of creation it is
Sick is doomed.

You should not be upset -
The doctor has become even more likely,-
After all, the whole history of the country -
Disease history.

All the patient lives.
All evil and useless -
And enjoys his own
History of the disease.