Владимир Шандриков - Вот я и снова стою на пороге...
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So I stand again on the threshold,
Knitted rug Topchu,
In the right door from the wrong road
Nervously, like a woodpecker, knocking.

Old old work curtains,
The same geranium on the window,
And yellowed old photos
Also hang on the wall.

"Hello, Maman!", And on the floor of knitting
Gray tangle falls.
My neck was irrigated by tears:
"Lord! Do you, son? ..

I have already won the window,
All moved dreams
And has seen how you see, a little
With the last spring. "

In the proud embarrassment showed me
T-shirt, which was previously wore.
And, smiling, through the tears said:
"You see, I keep it, son ...

All this time it was not washed,
The smell is all your sauna.
As the stupid, got, it happened ...
Watch, longing gave fire.

What don't you eat? Il prepared simply?
I see - you are tired, soa. "
Steel white-white sheets,
Lightweight will be dreams.

I will dream of white groves,
Black birds fly,
Will always be our mother easier
And metche look at life.

One can see this they too momentous,
That did not happen - always
Meet, feed, bedding for my son,
And do not sleep through the night.

Birds lulled silver frost
White birches song.
We always dream of poplar fluff
Old abandoned nests.

Ll. Shandrikov