Гарри Топор - 9 лет
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"He was in a state of nervous shock. You understand that for a man who over the shoulders of eleven years of space flights, sometimes in the most severe conditions, it was amazing. Two days later he recovered, but no longer came out of the cosmole, and tried Do not approach the window of which was visible to the ocean "

Letter with an open date ...
I am ready and come out for all standards, though!
If you read it - then departure tomorrow
Soldiers now reset me dust from shuttle
I fall asleep from the player under the roar of airship, sorry ...
That I will not see how Sasha grows
You will understand me - my dream somewhere there
Where the cold planet looks not so scary
I did not in the life of good things, well, how so?
In me from a positive only Rh
Life is a theater, but I do not watch the performance
Turned off the light and I went after intermission
Mechanics on the cosmodrome will disperse
Checking the capsule in the shock
I did not hit the expedition to Mars
But for me nine years now to fly to meet the beautiful

Nine years not so much ...
I'm upstairs, I'm flying, I'm alone with God!
I consoled myself that this is my job
But I realized that I was wrong and there is no reverse
Nine years before pluton ...
Here, from year to year, one and the same weather
Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad
And dad sees only space in the porthole

Letter with an open date ...
I did not recognize myself in the mirror, but not the fact that I would be rich
I remember Baikonur when you wrote in a letter
Like you can not sleep well if I'm not near
Next spring in St. Petersburg is the same slush
And you will stop even cry for me
You will gather with a new husband at one table
His quietly calls Sasha Pope
In millions of times farther than the Far East
Before departure for courage, I got on the table
Our favorite wine, poured into wine glasses
I understood - my life is brighter than kaleidoscope
I am forever stamped in a capsule with our flag
But I understood - she forever became a sarcophagus
My fate for you will remain mystery
The land in the porthole looks so sad ...

Nine years not so much ...
I'm upstairs, I'm flying, I'm alone with God!
I consoled myself that this is my job
But I realized that I was wrong and there is no reverse
Nine years before pluton ...
Here, from year to year, one and the same weather
Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad
And dad sees only space in the porthole

"And this case is generally unusual. Heavy schizophrenia. A young man in this chamber thinks that he is a cosmonaut flying to Pluto to which nine years old. He has been in our clinic for two years, but that the strangest - the term is not reduced. All the same nine years ... All the same Pluto ... All the same Cold Earth in the porthole "