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The last poem Leonid Filatov
In this poem all you need to know about the love and desire to live.
The well-known actor, writer and a man of remarkable talent Leonid Filatov very sick, and before his death he spent a lot of time in the hospital. After a serious operation, he could and should have died, but his life was a little granddaughter, Olya, for which he had lived for several years. That it before his death the actor managed to write this poem.
Website publishing lines that tell about life worth living.
Klyatyh One year too many years, I sometimes slip from his hospital bed.
Raking his wreckage and debris, and a reconstructed skeleton.
And steal myself from sensitive nurses nostrils scenting the pungent smell will,
I ran to the two-year granddaughter Ole, there on life-smelling space.
We Olya went to a children's park, sit on your favorite swing,
Wilderness juice, ice cream eating, staring at people walking dogs.
Attractions were a dime a dozen, but the day was burning, and the sun cooled off,
Olya tired, lagged behind and quietly moaned: "Grandfather, wait a minute».
Leaving behind the Lord's day, I returned to the walls of the hospital visit,
But in the House of Olin I heard a voice: "Give me your hand, my grandfather, my grandfather, wait ...»
And I godil, godil how have the strength, and in the next bed is not godili,
Grew sickly, dried up, withered, leaving no one asked them the weather is not.
When I smell a burning sensation in my chest, I can see the other end of the field
To me rushing little Olya he screams: "Grandfather-ah, wait-and ...»
And I gozhu I still gozhu and seems sterplyu any flour,
While the tiny hand in his battered hand still holding.
Photos in the preview: Pavel Platonov
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