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Entering to wake me up in the morning, Who do you see, nurse? The old man is capricious, out of habit Still living somehow, Half-blind, half-fool, “Living” just right to take in quotation marks. He doesn’t hear - it is necessary to tear himself, He plucks grub in vain. Mumbling all the time - no slush with him. Well, shut up as much as you can! He knocked the plate to the floor. Where are the shoes? Where's the second toe? The last, your mother, is a hero. Get out of bed! So that you disappear ... Sister! Look into the eyes of a mot! Manage to see what is behind ... For this weakness and pain, For the life lived, big. Behind a moth-beaten jacket, Flabby skin, “behind a soul.” Beyond this day Try to make out ME ... ... I'm a boy! Fidget cute, funny, slightly mischievous. I'm scared. I’m about five years old with strength, A carousel is so high! But there’s father and mother nearby, I glare at them with a tenacious look. And although my fear is indestructible, I know for sure that we love ... ... Here I am sixteen, I am burning! Soul in the clouds soar! I dream, rejoice, sad, I'm young, I'm looking for love ... ... And here it is, my happy moment! I'm twenty eight. I am the groom! I go with love to the altar, And again I grieve, grieve, grief ... ... I am thirty-five, my family is growing, We already have sons, Our home, my household. And my wife is about to give birth to my daughter ... ... But life flies, flies forward! I'm forty-five - a whirlpool! And children are growing by leaps and bounds. Toys, school, institute ... That's it! Fluttered out of the nest And scattered to where! Slowed down the run of celestial bodies, Our cozy house was empty ... ... But we with the beloved together! We lie down together and get up. She does not give me sadness. And life again flies forward ... ... Now I am sixty. Again, the children in the house are voting! Grandchildren dance round. Oh how happy we are! But then ... ... Suddenly the sun's light faded. My beloved is no more! Happiness also has a limit ... I turned gray for a week, I became haggard, drooped soul, And I felt that I was an old man ... ... Now I live without any plans, I live for grandchildren and children. My world is with me, but every day. Less, less light in it ... The old age has been shouldered, Brad is tired of nowhere. The heart was crusted with ice. And time does not cure my pain. Oh Lord, how long life is, When it does not please ... ... But you have to put up with it. Nothing is eternal under the Moon. And you, bending over me, Open your eyes, sister. I'm not a cranky old man, no! Beloved husband, father and grandfather ... ... and a little boy, hitherto In the radiance of a sunny day Flying into the distance on a merry-go-round ... Try to see ME ... And, perhaps, grief about me, you will find YOURSELF!