Евг. Евтушенко - Облако в штанах. Часть 1
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Do you think this is raving malaria?

It was,
It was in Odessa.

“I’ll come to four,” said Maria.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.

Here is the evening
In the night horror
left the windows
frowning,
December.

They laugh and laugh in a decrepit back
candelabra.

I could not recognize me now:
Sinewy Gromadina
groans,
It writes.
What can I want a sort of block?
And the block I want a lot!

After all, it doesn't matter for yourself
And the fact that bronze
And the fact that the heart is a cold gland.
At night I want to call my
hide in soft,
In female.

And so,
huge,
I cursed in the window
I will smear the glass window with my forehead.
Will there be love or not?
Which -
Big or tiny?
Where does the big body come from:
It must be small
Subty love.
She shies away car guides.
He loves the bells of hemps.

More and more,
Burning off the rain
face in his face ash,
I am waiting,
Sprayed by thunder of the city surf.

Midnight, rushing about with a knife,
caught up
I cut it,-
Look at him!

The twelfth hour fell,
Like the head of the executed from the block.

In the glass of rain gray
Oil
The grimace was huge,
as if chimeras howl
Cathedral of the Parisian Mother of God.

Damned!
Well, that’s not enough?
Soon the mouth will last with a cry.
I hear:
quiet,
Like a sick from the bed,
Done the nerve.
And so,-
At first I walked
barely
Then he ran in
excited,
Clear.
Now he and the new two
rushing about a desperate Chechetka.

The plaster collapsed in the lower floor.

Nerves -
Big,
small,
many!-
The frantic jumps
and already

The nerves are swinging your legs!

And the night in the room is tinno and tin.
From Tina, do not stretch out of a heavy eye.

The doors suddenly plastered
Like the hotel
The tooth does not get into the tooth.

You came in
Sudden as "Nate!"
tormented gloves suede,
said:
"You know -
I'm getting married".

Well, come out.
Nothing.
Sufferer.
See - calm how!
Like a pulse
deceased.
Remember?
You said:
"Jack London,
money,
love,
passion",-
And I saw one thing:
You are the Jaconde,
which must be stolen!
And stole.

I will go out in love again,
With fire, illuminating the eyebrows bend.
What!
And in the house that burned out,
Sometimes homeless tramps live!

Dear?
"Less than the poor cents,
You have emerald madness. "
Remember!
Pompey died,
When I was tanned by Vesuvius!

Hey!
Gentlemen!
Amateurs
sacrilege,
crimes,
Bohen,-
And the worst thing
saw -
My face,
when
I
Absolutely calm?

And I feel -
"I"
There is little for me.
Someone breaks out of me stubbornly.

Allo!
Who says?
Mother?
Mother!
Your son is perfectly sick!
Mother!
He has a fire of heart.
Tell the sisters, Luda and Ole-
He has nowhere to go.
Every word,
Even a joke
which he feeds with a burning mouth,
thrown out like a naked prostitute
From a burning brothel.
People sniff -
The smell of fried!
They caught up with some.
Brilliant!
In helmets!
You can’t boils!
Tell the firefighters:
On the heart of burning, they climb in caresses.
I myself.
I will pump out the eyes of overhaul by barrels.
Let me rely on the ribs.
I'll jump out! I'll jump out! I'll jump out! I'll jump out!
Collapsed.
You can't jump out of your heart!

On the face of a burning one
From the crack of the lips
The charred kiss rose to rush.

Mother!
I can't sing.
Church of the heart is engaged in Church!

Burning figures of words and numbers
From the skull,
Like children from a burning building.
So fear
Grab by the sky
Rushed
Light hands "Luzitania".

Shaking people
The apartment is quiet
Strong -eyed glow is torn from the pier.
The last cry,-
Though you
About the fact that I am burning, in the centuries will be tied!