Владимир Ланцберг - Быль ушла, осталась сказка...
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The past was gone, a fairy tale remained -
gloomy day, successful in moderation,
I'm walking along Astrakhan
Along the fence of the university.
The course is the second, or maybe the third.
No need to rush anywhere.
October a bad wind
Knocks off his feet with leaf fall ...

But in his armor-bolonier,
To itself - a board of honor - -
what to work, what to defense,
what's from drinking, what from the offset,
But - holding longing for the miracle:
I can't take it off otherwise
After all, I will not grow,
but I have not yet been sorry ...

Stop, do not fuss:
Everything was not so simple.
Turn over - will not say goodbye.
Let's return to the intersection.
The third year, autumn noon ...
In a hurry breaking the rod,
We write, write everything we remember,
We do not hold anything in the mind ...

Scoop rubbish, rumble of tin,
yellow-red, wooden,
without repairing two hundred years,
right and left, as if drunk,
between the prison and an oil -bomb,
Past a stiff square ...
What's next, the bird is "three"?
Ah, university fence! ..

Repeat without hesitation
(There is no other way in life):
this is the circus and the indoor market,
This is the area of ​​the hay,
there is a skeleton of the muffler -master,
the elm of the cemetery fence,
Here is a ring on the third summer cottage,
A mug of beer - and back ...

Stop, where is the beer mug?
In the sixth year - and crazy?
Everything is fine: a dreary day,
And his father caught a friend.
You can’t get along with this happiness.
Turn it for his pants:
- Throw out with a colleague,
There is a "five" crawls ...

Rustling of a caught clue,
Three tasks, two examples -
and running along the Astrakhan,
Along the fence of the university.
On trolleybus -sized -shoulder
on a rattling scooter,
On asphalt, on the paving stones -
down, how much the spirit is enough ...

There are half the worship of it:
ZhEK changes "water supply".
The fact that physics is broken,
For longing is not a reason.
Let the blood, in a stupid position,
But holding longing for a miracle ...
And on the grandmother's platoon
Camels are languidly stomping ...

Stop, pulled - and Basta!
Stop, is it too early for you to smoke?
Stop, well, who is so kniting a tie!
Stop, goodbye, Mary Ivanna!
Stop, rushed again late? ..
Kiss - another reward ...
Third year, autumn noon,
No need to rush anywhere ...

House on the Volskaya facade -
gray block over the abyss.
Do not rush anywhere:
You sailed, dear friend!
You can’t get along with this happiness.
See how gray
The shadow is carefully lying
On the fence of the university ...

And no longer heard hundreds,
And the thousand are not visible:
The gray tornado folded and took it away -
You will not find any traces.
But the longing for a miracle is alive,
Pity pity pity to the veins.
Thank God, the whole mind
Let's return to the intersection ...

Stop, do not flatter yourself:
There are no miracles behind the facet of childhood.
Five minutes to say goodbye
Half an hour to look around ...
Day in the evening, the path is far from
Bread - hope, staff - faith.
You squeeze it tight
The rod of the university fences

And - forward along the Astrakhan,
And - forward along the Astrakhan ...


March - November 25, 1997