#стихикаждыйдень Ольга Ермолаева * * * Та девочка,...

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Olga Ermolaeva

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That girl who wandered through the fields
I collected bouquets in the copses
And I was not afraid to meet in the distant thickets
No beast, no bad man;
The girl who in a cloudy time
When you can't figure it out, it's spring or autumn,
Wandered on a stalled track
In the family of tar willows and red
And shattered gray glass
Over a hole of black forest tea
Infused with wood dust,
On rusty leaves, on dead sedge, -
That girl revered for happiness
Night ride on freight trains! ..
... On scary, deserted tracks
Damp swamp air whipped in the face,
Suddenly on the slope there is a black barracks
I got up for a moment, and again -
Aspen forest, rotting alive in the swamps,
Marie's resinous and hospital exhalation,
And the smell of sleepers soaked in fuel oil,
And the eternal smack of burning and iron ...
And sucked in butterflies and midges
Air currents separated by the composition
And rarely, rarely on the river path
The fire of a fishing fire flashed ...
There, far from the rumbling and running,
There lived a delicate velvet with crushed bark,
And black pearls of bird cherry
Everything was increasing. The snags were squelching
And sweeter than honey, milk and bread
Exhausted, all the mows smelled ...
And the dimly lit halt
I ran past in one minute,
And there, behind the warehouse, between the lanterns
There was a theatrical looking garden ...
And it was getting colder ... Smoked vestibule
Was covered in iron-smelling dew,
And the hard braids were cold
Hair whipping long over the cheeks ...
That girl believed that she was immortal
She will abide that happiness looks like -
Like a glow over the regional center ...
A life! Remember, remember!?. It was me ...

(from the book "Freight train")