Владимир Высоцкий - История болезни 2 - Я был и слаб и уязвим
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I was both weak and vulnerable
Trembled with his whole being,
Bleeding his patients
Tormented by the gut,-
And, as if in vulgar potpourri,
Huge forehead appeared on the door
And illuminated from the inside
A healthy unobtr.

But the hand jerked imperiously:
"Lie down to the wall!" -
And so they began to crush the sides
On the sticky trestleys.

And the most important - sat down at the table,
Sighed sedimatedly
And he started something on me,
Similar to the "business".

Here in the fingers of tenacious and thin
The kadyk was ridiculously twitched,
Pressed in the groin, then under the breath,
On the liver-noblag.
When they crushed under the rib -
How cue my gut!
And blood hagalo feather
In innocent paper.

In a half -hearted, in half -pusel
Undressed Donaga,-
I cooked the needle in the corner
Karga unstable,-

And from hair roots to heels
Horror has trampled in the body:
What if they are drunk with an injection,
So that the sleepy split?!

He, having worked on his stomach,
Squeezed my skull, and then
The forearm pulled me with a tourniquet
And the current interrupted the blood.
I was screeched, but fell silent,-
Dry lips to the castle,-
And he grunted, curved, mock,
He wrote and rejoiced.

He entered the rage - a familiar rage, -
But I'm like a scum:
"Why are you scribbled? Well, show
Secret Mura! .. "

Assignant is a former psychopath -
I tied my wrists,-
Dull, laying out in a row,
The tools of the addiction.

I am a grater and a bit, and the back is cool,
I can - distortion, I can - go, -
But then they will humble it, but here he is input -
I will Niko and miss.
I lie, naked like a falcon,
And the main thing is Shmyg and Shmyg at the table -
All writes something to the protocol,
Although I do not answer.

No, you need to save the strength,
And then weakened, tired,-
After all, the heels will be burned soon,
So that I laugh

I hold on to the nerve, on the alert,
But I feel disgusting,-
The gut was put in my throat -
I spit it back.

I am taken in a vice, I took it into ticks -
They will be fed for me, they will
Call everything, they want to find out
Everyone is trying to the touch.
Five minutes will not pass here,
How the soul is taken out, exhausted,
They will be sophisticated, reject,
Vymut and rinse.

"Breathe, breathe deeper your mouth!
Yes, exhale, - die! "
"You exhale here - then
It is unlikely that you will breathe! "

In all its dry mouth
I grind: "Well, orders!
The number will not pass with me,
Comrades-children! "

Removed the light and gave gas,
Some kind of board lit up,-
And spinning from the eyes,
And the trachea grunted.
And he fought, entered ecstasy,
For some reason the basin dragged ...
I saw it once -
The film as a trophy.

They come to me from the back
And do an injection ...
"Colitis, bitch sons,
But give the protocol! "

I even knelt down,
I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded and threatened
He prayed and humiliated.

But tightly tightened the tourniquet
I see I - the alcohol is burning,
All the red damn is waiting
With a hair whip.
Where, where, and here they will take their own!
And I guess, old jester:
When a hot rod -
Now or later?

The shabash was killed and bald,
Sweat poured hotly,-
There was a ringing - and the raven sat down
On the white shoulder.

And the raven shouted: "Nevermore!" -
He is vague and stem--
Reminds: right in the morgue
A room for torture comes out.

I slightly raise my tail
Although for them I am stupid and simple:
"Hey! For your addicted interrogation
Have to answer!
You, K.