4 Позиции Бруно - Пятый Месяц, Четвёртый день...
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our electric train was rolling towards Tagil
the second carriage was almost deserted
someone started a rumor around the carriage
and now it’s rushing from all sides
something about the fifth month, fourth day
and the third decade of the moon in Taurus
and they say the second car closes the circuit
which means everyone will die in the end

It’s unlikely that anyone will live to see Tagil
it's like a curse or something
an incredulous hum and whisper is heard
someone laughed, saying, “Why are you here?”
and meanwhile the air thickens with fear
as if the forecasts were objectively correct
as if it was too late to think about salvation, as if
four poses played from the sky

the men have already poured the third
the women didn’t drink them, they were afraid of death
a couple of students look wolfishly
the veteran on the right doesn't look very good
the men added and also silently
the women sighed and made faces, but
the men are hunting, on a hike, on the fifth
someone meowed. let's go, kittens

on the right the veteran burst into groans
women tell men “pour a hundred for us”
the old veteran wet himself and froze
half an hour before the dacha, he failed the exam
the woman screams ""what will happen to us!""
the veteran is no longer in this world
Schoolchildren kicking a tramp
Such ill-mannered children these days!

The tramp grabbed a homemade knife
you can see by the eyes: it really can!
How deftly he handjobs a Finn!
ended like a cartoon and Dimka and Vovka
a couple of students in wild euphoria
looking at the bodies, they talked animatedly
and then the hob was slashed through the veins
blades, both, fucking, at the same time!

cap. cap. sediments bled from the ceiling
the men finished off the remains
they muddied the roses, poked each other hastily
it seemed like they weren’t trying, but it was death right away
and their women strangled each other
What's life without a man because
and here they are, all four of them lying side by side
oh, what can you do with alcohol!

and there the kittens rocked the box
I mentioned them there at the beginning
dropped the house, crawled out meowing
they are stupid, it would be better not to crawl out
and our tramp examined the battlefield
how all living things died!
some one by one, some by two
who was killed, who died by himself!

and outside the window there are forest fields
woman sitting white as snow
the tramp rose from his seat
walks towards her through bodies
says "Well, isn't it fate?
it’s like we’ve been in battle
it’s as if we defeated them all
and now they love each other!"

but the woman grins in a bad way
says "handsome man, go where you were going"
says "you're not my type"
and who according to the zodiac - I don’t know""
and then - an unexpected squeal
the tramp waves his arms and falls down
mother and cursing the darkness
because of which I slipped on a kitten

stepped on the cat's back
and missed the lucky Finn
dropped it with a flourish, with force
the woman seemed to have been mowed down by a sickle
she falls with a Finn in her throat
settles down steadily, hooting like a turtledove
eyes full of reproach on the floor of the face
but they are already filled with detachment

no one will pray for peace
no one will repent of what they have done
tramp would be glad to apologize, but fuck himself
slipped and fell and died
lights flashed outside the window
a couple of minutes until the end
outside the window there is an indifferent night, and inside
only blood, silence and the cat's meow

none of the people survived
the doors hissed - no one came out
no one is in a hurry - no one is breathing
poor kitten - no one hears
here it is, fifth month, fourth day
and the third decade of the moon in Taurus
and the second carriage, so think for yourself
How can you not believe in miracles after this?