kUcHeR - 2007
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I was born in Omsk in 2007
March, the eleventh
As if God
He immediately handed me a cane
Into my hands, and, like in a Fincher film, I walked
Leaning on my cane
My grandfather had it from birth, just like me
He bowed his head, listening, still somewhere in the womb
Kazakhstan... suburbs... such-and-such village...
Seeing me after I was discharged from the hospital
I'm sure
He cried
Why cried? Because for him
No matter how strong he was
It was hard and painful
Knowing that somewhere
And someone could live
Without reminders
Without remorse
Without tears, without bitter news
Which she proudly repeated
Even valiantly
You, Alexander Mikhalych, all your life
Smoking pack after pack of cigarettes
From the age of twenty you will
Turn the steering wheel
To live no worse than others
And to help your daughters
Who were unlucky with their husbands
Whether you want it or not
I don't know
But be kind enough to help everyone
In any way you can
He, of course, was glad and happy that someone
At least someone, at least one
The guy with the blond curly hair
Will not think about how
To walk through life WITH EASE?! With this burden, this wild burden
Under his arm, the weight of which
Exceeds his own weight
He was bitter, too, because he had to pay for everything
His own
Without the help of others, without support
Which could have been in the form of
This tall guy with blue eyes
⁃ Grandpa, can you hear me?
Thank you
We have a three-hour time difference with Omsk
It's morning for you
I hope you're drinking coffee on the porch right now
Smoking another cigarette
And you're happy, you're glad
That everything worked out for me
Just wait, Grandpa
You left for your shift
To help my mother
To help my godmother
I want to tell you, Grandpa
That only
Thanks to you
Only because
You were exactly that kind of grandfather -
I became
Adult