Вдоль машин, охрипших в снежной пробке, Возле Ленинградского...

Along the cars hoarse in a traffic jam
Near the Leningrad station
(Of the belongings - a crumpled box)
An old man was walking
He was kind, quiet and childless
I drank, did not freeze, and that’s a joy
Just whined at night, inconspicuous
Scar "For the defense of Stalingrad"
Bearded snow crumb
Evil December pats his curls
Nearby a dog named Antoshka
Also gray hair is slightly powdered
The fact that NAME is not a mistake
After all, it's worthless to call friends nicknamed
Turns the tail of a dog smile
Either cold, or out of habit
Together they share ten years
Anger of the streets and drops of basements
And for a couple they see, they even believe
Again in the raw closet at the “train stations”
Slop tank and colormet reception
How salary and Sunday shopping
Pinned up - held out until the summer
- Know again Antokha we are not in the ass!
The old man was talking fluttering behind his ear
Old trusted friend
- It’s a pity you won’t get rid of chatters
- Here is such a bro nepruha ...
= 2 =
The evening was not snowy, even warm
Friday grimaced and walked
At the metro beer students crowd
In general, the drunkenness of the battle picking up took
Homeless dog, old and shabby
Tail tightened, sought out leftovers
I took a chocolate bar that suddenly fell
From the pocket of a drunk youngster
Girly friend - ghoul killed in the trash
All in pimple hormone emissions
Fucked a bottle of unfinished
On an absurd bed of concrete
A shard poked the dog in the neck
Just so, without malice, fucked up
Dog thinking - "Apparently getting old"
Just screeched to the side darted
Then running away from fifty meters
Quietly lay in a snowdrift behind a tent
And covered itself from the eyes and the wind
Found a friend’s chocolate bar
Just drops of blood on the eyelashes
Just a verse the careless knock of a tram
Maybe so on the streets of the capital
Does every dog ​​die?
= 3 =
Along hoarse cars in a traffic jam
Slowly swaying drunkenly
Wandered the old man with a crumpled box
Noticing anyone around
And in the box an old collar
A pair of yellowed photos
On which the forest (looks like a fir tree)
And the girl seems to be in a white dress
A stack of letters, three boxes of matches
Maybe a trifle, maybe medals
Sunflower seeds
And a shabby white steel cross
Well, from above, eco sacrilege,
Strange old people habits
The main thing now is his wealth
Half old chocolate bar
This is for him the holy icon
It is anger and pride and reward
And it hurts, it hurts almost to a groan
Scar "For the defense of Stalingrad"
= 4 =
About a year later, the "cunt" movie
They posted creatures on the Internet
There's an old alcoholic on the bench
Sleeping in a deserted park on a newspaper
And with a dozen drunk youngsters
Just make fun of him
They’ll hold a cigarette in hand
They will begin to urinate on the old man
And then arms and legs
Just so he was beaten to death
It’s so ridiculous
And let's ferment on the same bench
We are hollowed from the Kremlin facade
That everything is fine in nature
- Scar "For the defense of Stalingrad"
On a piece of dried chocolate.