Two under an umbrella

Michael Kul'kov



Rains splashing puddles,
In St. Petersburg alleys and courtyards.
Tram creak, as if a cold,
Rushing to the tram to doctors.

The crowd of umbrellas at the intersection of
Hastening cross to yellow light;
Namoknuvshie building, stooping,
I remember the days of coaches ...

How painful timelessness bad weather -
During the hour hour interlacing jets ...
But we have given to you the day of earthly happiness -
Umbrellas sheltered a long kiss.