In Tbilisi, where the waves Kur ... Bashny.Net

< Elena Isayev

In Tbilisi, where the waves of the Kura,
when it is not called the Mtkvari,
on weekends, with seven in the morning hours
merchant pliant smell antiquarians,

in front of me goods spread out, -
but I do think I've seen them somewhere,
More when my grandmother was alive,
as if things are out of his cupboard.

In Germany, I went to flёmarkt,
In America, I've been on the yard-Salem,
but there is otherwise dismissed as-t ',
- Among the things broken and whole

not life in its diversity of suicide,
and so captured movie characters.
But there they're not ours - those things,
and there are already, in Tbilisi, there's our.

Who bought it? Who gave then?
Who's who shouted: "Stop thief!"
Here bronze girl with an umbrella ...
Here Kuznetsovsky saucer porcelain ...

Here is a tapestry with the family at the river,
on it is no longer distinguish individual you ...
Clothespin in the form of small hands ...
Silver cup "The day bar mitzvah ..."

(The possibility to describe all this, -
Cantonese enamel or service Saxon, -
only, in general, the grace ...
Here and describe! Th I'll Kherson?)

Among other people selling
I remember one old woman
in that before it Chinese vase
I saw a mouse - no, a rat!

Indeed, the mouth long, crooked teeth,
facial features are sharp and ugly!
Well I went wrong! What a nonsense!
Beautiful teeth. It can be seen immediately.
But as she got into the vase?
Why she looks at me.

Not a shadow of envy or designs trifling
does not cause this creature.
She was everything in the world so immensely scary,
so vividly all that other dead!
For example, mop, vacuum cleaner il broom.
- Kalbatono - I ask you - how much money?
But that does not answer anything.

What? Will be a day when she, sobbing,
see with horror that despite years
it is only the poor norushka?
(I want to believe that the good old lady
my question to answer: - Ne selling!)

Resembles tiny body:
"Do not oppress, nor oppress the stranger ..."
Lights in her tiny brow:
"... No widows and orphans or as themselves
the same you were a stranger
once there in the land of Egypt ".

She sits like to do with it,
but, in fact, afraid to move.
I said her touching appearance:
"... Cry out, and I will hear their cry ...
and each of you will kill with the sword,
My anger when you ignite ... "

And if so, what have the beauty
and why it deify people?
It vessel, wherein the one rat,
il rat that which in the vessel?

A beady eyes lit in the darkness of China,
someone reminding me very.