Well vot-a verse, from which me always blevat tja
08.05.2004, 21:37
Ball of the moon under a star lamp shade
Lit up the fallen asleep small town.
Went, being dared or laughing, on quay gloomy
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - a fragile small stalk.
It is visible, raspaljas from conversation,
The guy by the way has told,
As once in a storm for the sake of dispute
He crossed a sea gulf,
As struggled with devil techenem,
As the thunder-storm threw lightnings.
And she looked with voshishchenem
In courageous, hot eyes...
And then, having sighed, has told or said silently:
- I there from pavor would die.
You know, I the awful coward,
For what in a thunder-storm would not float!
The guy has smiled indulgently,
Has drawn the little girl slowly
Also has told or said: - You are simply delightful,
Ah you, sparrow soul!
The chin a finger to her has raised
Also has kissed. The bridge shook or was pumped,
The wind sang... And for it or her today
The world was entirely from music and stars!
So in night on quay gloomy
Went together through sleeping small town
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - a fragile small stalk.
And when, having passed or having taken place a stria of light,
Into a shadow of acacias dozing have entered,
Two broad-shouldered dark silhouettes
Have grown suddenly as iz-under the grounds,
The first has rhonchially muttered: - Stop, tsyplenki!
The way is closed, and that's all!
Rings, sergi, chasiki, denzhonki-
Everything, that is, on a flank, and zhivej!
And the second, starting up or letting a smoke in moustaches,
Observed, how, from volnenja brown,
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
Became, hurrying to unfasten hours.
And, happy or enough, probably, success,
Ryzheusyj has hemmed: - Hey, a goat!
What it was inflated?! - also takes with laughter
Has pulled to the little girl on eyes.
Further there was all as explosion pomegranates:
The girl beretik has broken
And words: - Rubbish! The fascist prokljatyj!-
As fire, the big fellow has burnt.
- Komsomol you frighten? You Say lies, the vermin!
You the enemy! You human drink a life!-
The voice is torn, the call is furious also:
- A knife in a pocket? To me to spit on a knife!
For murder "wall" expects.
Well and if from a wound I shall fall,
That remember: I shall survive, I learn or I find out!
Where you were - all the same I shall find!
And eyes in eyes has looked firmly.
That has mixed up: - Good... More silently, a thunder...-
And the second has mumbled: - Well them to hell!-
And figures have disappeared behind an angle.
Lunar disk, on lactiferous road
Having got out, walked obliquely
Also looked thoughtfully and strictly
From top to down on sleeping small town.
Where without words on quay gloomy
Went, hardly it is audible gravel rustling,
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - " a weak nature ",
"Coward" and " sparrow soul ".
Lit up the fallen asleep small town.
Went, being dared or laughing, on quay gloomy
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - a fragile small stalk.
It is visible, raspaljas from conversation,
The guy by the way has told,
As once in a storm for the sake of dispute
He crossed a sea gulf,
As struggled with devil techenem,
As the thunder-storm threw lightnings.
And she looked with voshishchenem
In courageous, hot eyes...
And then, having sighed, has told or said silently:
- I there from pavor would die.
You know, I the awful coward,
For what in a thunder-storm would not float!
The guy has smiled indulgently,
Has drawn the little girl slowly
Also has told or said: - You are simply delightful,
Ah you, sparrow soul!
The chin a finger to her has raised
Also has kissed. The bridge shook or was pumped,
The wind sang... And for it or her today
The world was entirely from music and stars!
So in night on quay gloomy
Went together through sleeping small town
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - a fragile small stalk.
And when, having passed or having taken place a stria of light,
Into a shadow of acacias dozing have entered,
Two broad-shouldered dark silhouettes
Have grown suddenly as iz-under the grounds,
The first has rhonchially muttered: - Stop, tsyplenki!
The way is closed, and that's all!
Rings, sergi, chasiki, denzhonki-
Everything, that is, on a flank, and zhivej!
And the second, starting up or letting a smoke in moustaches,
Observed, how, from volnenja brown,
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
Became, hurrying to unfasten hours.
And, happy or enough, probably, success,
Ryzheusyj has hemmed: - Hey, a goat!
What it was inflated?! - also takes with laughter
Has pulled to the little girl on eyes.
Further there was all as explosion pomegranates:
The girl beretik has broken
And words: - Rubbish! The fascist prokljatyj!-
As fire, the big fellow has burnt.
- Komsomol you frighten? You Say lies, the vermin!
You the enemy! You human drink a life!-
The voice is torn, the call is furious also:
- A knife in a pocket? To me to spit on a knife!
For murder "wall" expects.
Well and if from a wound I shall fall,
That remember: I shall survive, I learn or I find out!
Where you were - all the same I shall find!
And eyes in eyes has looked firmly.
That has mixed up: - Good... More silently, a thunder...-
And the second has mumbled: - Well them to hell!-
And figures have disappeared behind an angle.
Lunar disk, on lactiferous road
Having got out, walked obliquely
Also looked thoughtfully and strictly
From top to down on sleeping small town.
Where without words on quay gloomy
Went, hardly it is audible gravel rustling,
The guy with sportivnoju a figure
And the little girl - " a weak nature ",
"Coward" and " sparrow soul ".