From west to east

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We ... historical figures - Proud profile, black-and-white look

. "... I do not look like the photos" - Contemporaries say

. Photographers, now worse - they knew how to pull out ...

Lisp old age, those who survived,

Pulls memories from zagashnikov lust.

"I loved it! And he - robbed! Hanged!

The genius who used it, what would it! »

Hate, fitfully remember ...

Languidly chewing insults.

In historical figures ...

Wrinkles and guilt.

Hunched in thought back

On the part may seem boring.

So they remember those nedolyubili.

So they take their helplessness.

Lisping whisper in the back,

Chalice of poison before going to bed.

In every yard on aspen, just in case.

House memoirs scrapped.

Share - such a fate. Total does not take into account.

The habit of living was wrong. Pay for "daring».

Whisper in the back: "Vodka, women ...»

But who is there who prokinul ...

Quit, betrayed ... not too much nonsense

For one single life?

It burned like candles. Life is short.

You're so far away, and I am now where you meet?

I make an appointment twenty years ago.

You thought I would not notice wrinkles on your eyes?

Through them you are looking at the world, both from the cells.

Manners ... All the same manner the yoke! Well, what can I say?

I was busy, you also her life.

Drink?

In historical figures ... table was breaking from gossip.

As meat dishes - meat Pushkin, but two pounds of fat

. To carve the quick:

"His soul - ephemeral, too mannered behavior!»

All life on the tracks. Kilometres of fate.

For the sake of a few lines. From west to east.

Distance what we measure?

Leitrim? At night, when the cigarette

Trembling between the fingers?

Smells strangers sheet?

Anonymous companions,

Disappear before dawn?

Life - a game in which the playing losing

. Not a game worthy of paradise.