Игорь Растеряев - Девочка Тамара
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Gray window, morning in Leningrad
Girl Tamara with dad on bed
Splinters rain down on the iron roof
Dad is getting cold, but is still breathing
The rat under the bed perked up its ears
And she really wants to eat Tamara
Crackers in a bag made from blockade soldering
Blankets, fur coats, uncle's sweatshirts
Uncle was handsome, uncle was good
It’s a pity that he died six months ago at Ropsha
Mom turned into a withered stalk
The janitor inquired, glancing at the furniture
He'll be lucky on a sled one day
And put dad in a pile of fellow citizens
And the snow lies on their grins and does not melt
Apparently, in the next world they don’t starve like that
Apparently there can be no hell
To those who came to God from Leningrad
Well, Tamara will represent heaven well
This is where satiety rules the world
Where instead of apple trees there are spikelets reaching to the sky
Streets, avenues, all houses are made of bread
Little boats, sparrows like crumbs
The paths of heaven are lined with crusts
Bread boys, bread girls
And dad stands there, freshly baked
Next to dad is uncle, cheerful, alive and young
Rejoice, Tamarka!Ours are entering the city