In fifteen years, blown in the wind...

In fifteen years, blown in the wind
Newspaper and friendly opinions
I thought, "If I'm not genius —
I at the same moment terror will die!.."

Sitting down at the table, I felt
Holy reckless bravery,
And I maral ink paper
As if he defeated her in the fight!

When fate struck thirty-seven,
And glimmer of the infamous thirty-eight,
I was feeling the tragic fall
My forehead leaves a shadow.

But just call the court or the social security
To the glass pressed yellow autumn leaf,
And I read the letterhead: "You're not a genius!" —
Short news from heaven.

I looked out the window — well, not well,
To this hour, to this moment care
No bad weather,
Haven't rebuilt the scenery!

Everything was the same. The puddle on the porch.
The familiar outline of a trash can.
And at the fence wrote the dog
With a shy smile on her face.

Still stupidly staring at the window
Friend the dove, an important and Cutesy...
And life has not ceased to be desirable
From the terrible insight of my...

© Leonid Filatov, 1984

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