Ёлочные Игрушки - Кладбище
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Two go along Norilsk
late at night the polar summer in May
The snow is no longer sparkling,
not melting yet, not melting yet

He has a large bottle of vodka
In white polyethylene
White night- in the face is short
White Polar Women's Knee

She has a polar white dress,
She flies next to him
She tells him- let's go to the cemetery,
where we will be alone

Among the gray nine -story boxes
White hilly field of absurdity,
From gray Nose rectangles of tombstones
sticking over Russian graves of the polar tundra


above the ice, above the ground of the Gothic ice cloud,
But on one hill, the twig of the vertics bloom
We struck the ice perzlot, and gray cats
tickle the back of the ice sky

Due to the burial undermining of permafrost
It becomes deadly
Snow -filled pit with ice walls
yes kulich left with Easter

And if God and the devil will spare you,
You will reach the quiet room at the exit from the cemetery,
In the middle of the room granite black bench,
where you can finish vodka if you haven't taken it yet

And think - what kind of woman is it, what is the cemetery calls for a walk,
And, after thinking, to understand that this is normal
here they lie on ice, and only from above the earth
They dance here, and only on top of the earth
And not even the earth, but black pebbles

If you call a taxi at four hours - only here,
if you buy something else, then vodka,
On the first night of the polar day,
Without drunk, such a weather here ...

I saw the monument to the polar summer,
under the beauty of Norilsk,
This man was a poet
So written on the obelisk

This modest, heavy look,
white curls, everything is related to the risk,
The poet lies here, did not die in the camps,
I just wrote poetry about Norilsk