Мир, состоящий из зла и счастья, из родильных...

World,
evil
     and happiness
from maternity homes
and cemeteries ...
Him i
    every morning I bow
yesterday's mud
with shoes
brushing.
That - as a problem book
     for third grade
then as drawing
     the upcoming dominoes,
tart
rude,
loud, -
he is forever familiar to me -
     this world.
In him
on the outskirts of the streets is empty.
In queues -
talk is not easy.
In it at the trays
     choose watermelons
them as children
palm
spitting!
The world is familiar to me,
     as a word
          "Hello".
And expect
like housewarming ...
I'm out
and scatter myself
scatter
     scatter!
All turn out
     like pockets
so tomorrow
all over again
repeat ...
Peace to me
so infinitely small
what's better about it
do not talk!