Елена Пичугина - он.Капкан.ОН
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In the morning to get up, wash, boil the kettle
Slowly to shave, so as not to wake up home
Silently sits down to eat who is now alone
The eldest son is sick - in the quarantine class
The younger wakes up again in first grade
Gathering his wife now

- What time are you? - his wife will ask
So both lived by drinking love to the bottom
With whom he lived honestly for many years, creating a factory comfort
They dreamed of different professions, remaining - there, she - here

Among the factory regalia, she remained so
Not knowing neither fear, nor pain, honored wife!
Both live in an apartment - at home Factory comfort
Both seem to be together: she is with children - there, and he is here

In the world of mutual sympathy, even a trace is burned from them
Both are satisfied, but there is no connection between them
Silently close the kitchen one who is always alone
There are many people like them, and he is there as a family man

- Today is what at home? - The wife asks the question
To where he is unfamiliar, the other leads him
She is outwardly pleasant, will open the doors to his light
We hope that it is clear that he has no one now

Evening, there are two, like an ordinary novel
They are barely familiar, he is with his wife, and she is alone there
In the world of mutual sympathy, fresh trace will be born
Anyone who does not remember him, he is no more
Wind. And it blows snow. He enters a pleasant light
He is reluctant to go home, and he has no place there

Both seem to stand, and what's the wrong one?
This is very familiar to everyone - even by cinema
Which of them will say, it makes no sense to transmit
Let's say honestly - they don't pass it

Two are standing. Wind. She expects from him
He, the best in the world, will tell her right away - wife!
In the world of mutual sympathy, fresh trace was born
He will not be able to say “enough”, and there is no former

And snow flies in the wind
Stopping your winter will stop
The beauty of spring will grow up, but then
We are talking to him about this and Tom

I tell him what I want
He has another family there
I can't stand in their way
But even more difficult to leave here

And how to live now, entering in oblivion
Standing together, all leaving for him
I can't ask him about it
I don't want to leave him

I can't stay alone
Become a mistress, let her be a wife?
Become a participant in him from that path?
I can't leave him like that

The wind is blowing, he goes after me
And his wife with children is waiting at home
I don't want to be left alone!
Become a mistress, let your wife be there

Then the novel will continue
And, probably, it will have a trap in it
I don't want to pass by him
Only what will we pay for this?

I'm standing here, from him aside
But I'm with him, and he is doubly drunk
How can I prevent yourself from bite
He goes home to drink to me

Will you let me sleep today or not?
She says and extinguishes me light
I can't leave the light to the darkness
Only there is no other way yet

Where you will be important - now she is
Who gets old and pouring wine
Who meets you, silently waits at home
And in business, it goes with me

And you do not need meetings where the words are empty
The head is spinning from the hugs
And meets me, and is waiting in the kitchen
And with me it goes to breakfast

Who is always at the meeting, entering this light
Lowers his shoulders, all entering me
Who is with me in the morning and in any frost
Sannies will pushes, echoed manure
And in any cold she is waiting for me
Taking my horse into the stall

Grages from childhood, from youth - such
Who will make the young sleep only with her alone
Whoever leaves at night will sweat his wife
It will become the first tomorrow, only with him - one!
And with me together, overcoming me
Will take my horse forcibly