Идут обыденные дожди, по собственным лужам скользя. Как...

Are going
ordinary rains
in their own puddles
gliding.
Like they swore
go,-
and break the oath
you can’t ...
It’s even funny -
you are not expecting anything.
No miracle
don't wait.
Falling asleep -
rain.
Waking up -
rain.
You go out into the street -
rain.
And you only see
empty mist
see the city
empty.
Gazirovshchitsa
crouched on the corner -
stubbornly
sells water.
And the water around! -
So much water
just nowhere to spill.
It does not matter,
what to go to trade
the sun -
where now
you!..
Listen,
maybe you
same mess?
At the porch in clay
the gaz got stuck
layer on the balcony -
water...
If so -
then there’s a lie in the world!
It should not be!
Not!
Because you need:
if to me -
rain,
then you -
sunlight.
Like a daughter, sunny!
Like mica!
Like a crackling dance of fire!
You should not have rains
never.
Let them go
I have...
And they go -
blind rains.
There are no trees
no grass ...

You are welcome,
this letter
tear it up.
And me for him
sorry.
But by the way,
it's not at all about him.
Simple, hard to endure.
The sea is buzzing outside my window
like a train
going to you.

Christmas
1964