Геннадий Жуков - Дорога, дорога...
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The old man was great and gray -
In the dark shreds of Moch ...
He was three hundred years old -
A whole era.
Clear in the morning - white day
He asked the road:
- Hands, son, fire,
Lost, by golly ...
I looked around a pure debt -
Clear picture:
The wind in the Bos and goal field,
Neither the Cross nor Tyn.
No paths, no trail ...
The kite in the sky is crushed.
How not to straighten the foot -
There is no trail at all ...
Wolf zyk and bird scream -
There is a ravine, there is a pit.
I say: "Go, old man, all the roads are straight."
And the old man is the blind - the old man -
I see - it pulls to the left,
He will switch the foot to the foot
Gentlemen will remember ...
The staff is that yours are sitting -
Vyznes in wild herbs.
And the leg will be stumbled, and the leg -
The body pulls to the right.
Eight troubles - one answer -
I offended him ...
Only indeed there is no road.
I said that I saw.
There is no path, there is no road.
Scouring the era,
As if someone's trace smells
It only feels bad.
How the feet will not straighten -
Either a ravine, then a pit.
And in an unusual steppe
All roads are straight.