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What should I tell hibernate guide?
Empty , rattling glasses
Compartment on the table by the window,
Rushing past the station , vsporhnuvshey in the dark.
Ment , smoking fist
snowy deserts, to be exact - depth.
Where, as drunken , stupid student
shyly removing pockets -
our peace before the Lord wilted.

When I meet with it - a fun , without makeup ,
manifest whether the lines on the sheet
paper , crumpled and I dragged
in the head of his , as in the trash ,
believing noble pantomime - its silent beauty?
When the minute hand will be long
imminent death,
what time will we measure ?
In that play with the wind, the clouds - one in mid-winter ?

What should I tell my motherland
with floating pieces on the screen
Love frozen , blizzard February
in an empty and dark abyss of the pupil
by expanding stellar sawmill ?
With water technical, sour at the tap ,
a broken syringe skinny junkie ,
that wakes up in the toilet , yawning ,
and looks at the field.

Guardian of the road - a plump snowman ,
looking keenly black coals
spolzshey into a pit on the old truck ,
and dull mat , full of life and cry .
Leaping sparkles kids ,
devoid of abstract thought ,
world of ridiculous characters destroying ,
with nothing stranger sight this without interfering ,
sweeps us like garbage from the yard .

What do I tell a poor old woman
evil on the platform , with a full pot
boiled potatoes -
annoying fly,
under rudeness weeping like a boiling water ?
The train tired seeds -
eyes full separation and labor
hands , true forgiveness and kindness .
- Sons , food ... - barely audible says -
someone , son , little children, - trouble ..

What do I tell these cities :
High-rise buildings , warehouses, someone's hole,
Animated graffiti garages
and gray concrete fences ?
Sad , incorrect Wednesday
all days of the week , catch a train ,
that she was tired to death .
Dirty outskirts of the rest
Nobody appreciates hard to believe ,
that so many generations have blood this is necessary.
But where there is a third , near two more ,
and candle glimmer church and hospital.

Where did they all go ? which implies
all of us in these distant spaces ,
that in these cities suicidal
exactly where everything and everything is so fond of the account ?
Everything is of course in addition to trivia
that eternity is especially loved.
And you want me to forgive wits ,
drop- in space :

"NO , WE are not slaves !"