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When sick men

With a face haggard and gray,
On white crumpled sheets,
As a victim of rabid cholera,
Lies knees to the wall.





Slowly groaning as in childbirth,
Shaking a thermometer in his hands.
All the grief of the Jewish people
Froze in the narrowed pupils.

For the strong-willed chin
Flowing foamy saliva.
He whispers plaintively and timidly:
"How are you with children now one..."

The apartment was quiet conversations,
The night light is burning barely.
Dark... omitted all the curtains...
The husband is thirty-seven and two!"

©Maria Rubina

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