Диана Коденко - Восемь женщин
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It was cold to him alone
Eight women came to him
Without cursing, without melting, you condemn, yes I
Not to that.
One had a bundle behind his back
The look is hot and a whisper night,
A path was led after another and would go
It only smelled of war.
And the third had a bitter lips,
And the fourth fed hand,
And the fifth every time
The game did not get along
in jacket.
Here is the sixth that I was waiting for death,
Here the seventh with a toad burned the skin,
And the eighth, sleeping from the face,
stood at the porch -
Not entered.
Eight lives, but with a fire in the eyes
Came to burn out, tell
About crazy fire -
Would not get burned - and he
Frozen.
Lived not righteously, but lived not in lies,
Equipped the hope of strangers.
Either starting from shame,
Whether the word is of ice
Not folded.
It was cold to him alone
Eight women came to him,
So that, desperate, save
shut up, but accommodate
In the tower.
He froze under the sun in the sun,
He called them alone.
In the spring
She was covered with whiteness
head.
... but the ninth buried himself in the shoulder -
It became hot and hot,
And as the name called
The heart cracked in the chest
in half.