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Sobbing for something.

Letters from an angel

1.
Lord hello. Your angel Fima writes.
That is, Efimiy, but this is not the point now.
I would need a couple of tips -
How to convert a person into an adept of light.

Lord, I'm genuinely concerned here,
I myself do not understand how I will perceive all this -
She is already twenty years old and she does not want
Not to a monastery, not to a skete, not to a holy land.

I got a plague cat somewhere in the country,
The cat was drifting and very bad,
The birth was unsuccessful - he sits and cries,
And around me kittens flutter.

The cat has recovered, by the way, and cries too.
In a word - sadness, and spirituality does not grow.
Should I be patient? Will this definitely help?
I'll write it down. Thank you, there are enough feathers!

2.
Lord, hello, I really need you again.
I do not observe grain among the tares.
A little turned away, she had a fight with her husband,
And then she brought the dog home.

I can see her so clearly in a skufeyka,
He even waved his hand to a quarrel with my husband,
I thought - away from my husband, closer to the skete,
And she's with a dog. Well what is it!

Heals the dog and cries and heals again
Or harassing cookies together with the dog.
I'm not an angel, looking at such an eternity!
I mean ... of course, angel ... I beg your pardon ...

Maybe a dog first, and after a quarrel ...
Overlooked, again I walk guilty.
I took the kittens to heaven, I thought I would be soon.
Delayed. I was looking for catnip for them.

The cat suddenly grew old, it turned out to be painful -
To see how the creature is tormented by fear before death ...
I will endure, I still voluntarily,
Still, angel, let him not catch up on a grand scale ...

3.
Lord, hello, or rather, have a good night.
Here we have peace, no signs, no signs.
The cat is with me, but stubbornly refuses to fly.
The husband returned and goes for a walk with the dog.

Our paths, it seems to me now, are thorny,
So I strengthen myself, saving my soul fibers.
Lord, maybe she still needs to become a Buddhist?
Lovely tigers live there with monks.

Well, of course, there are cats in the house, and a lot.
I have already given up dreaming about the monastery.
Husband returned on time, thank God
That is, to You that there are three felines, not eight.

My grief-adept will fall asleep, then cry,
That dips the cucumber from the brine into condensed milk.
My husband dreamed - let him not hide cucumbers,
She knows better what the child needs now.

Suddenly there were many and many things to do,
So I'm sorry, I'll run to fix the ethers,
It is necessary to take heartburn from her by morning,
And to protect the stock of kefir from the tailed ones ...

4.
God! We're in misfortune! Such grief!
It seems ridiculous, but I myself cannot help but cry.
Overlooked! And made a sea of ​​tears ...
Hit our poor dog by a car.

Lord, I am to blame for idleness and laziness!
Lord, send me Your wrath in abundance!
Here he is, poor man, sitting on my lap
Howls and tries to bite off the wings.

He wants to go back. Maybe you can go back?
Maybe, as with Lazarus? We beg desperately ...
Is Lazarus a necessity? Well, I see ...
So you don't need it? Sorry, my little dog.

My poor little dog, my sad old dog -
We are not figures in saving the world,
It means not a providence, God, it means - an accident,
This means that I did not set up the broadcasts yesterday well.

Children cry, I can hear even from here
It's scary to imagine how she is there, poor fellow ...
Lord, I'm already going - I'll stay with them,
You can probably leave the dog on the cat?

five.
Lord, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry a little!
I'll write everything later, in detail, with a hook!
We are now in the basement for a stray cat,
And then to the shelter for a new dog!

6.
Lord, hello! Haven't written for a long time, worries.
I had a couple of minutes, I scribble on my knee.
The autumn that has now descended to our latitudes,
Wonderfully generous with an abundance of red shades.

The noise of the red rowan outside the windows is endless,
The ginger sun scattered glare everywhere
The red-haired groom languishes in the kitchen over tea,
Red-haired children were born at our Pribluda.

I sit over the basket, sighing and melting,
Red-haired children hustle under the belly of mom,
Lord, listen, this is how you can do that,
To be funny and gentle, and gold straight?

Crying again. It seems overwhelming.
A wedding is a good thing, why burst into tears?
God, she called the light red Fima ...
She was prompted, but maybe she guessed?

7.
Lord hello. How fleeting these days are
In this Creation subject to decay, and yet,
All the same beautiful, otherwise how about the eternal
People sometimes know more than angels, God.

Days pass over us and fill with light
Light flows through all our summers and winters ...
Husband went to get the dog last summer
So now only red-haired Fima is with me.

In the backwaters of the sky, where the castles of cloudy foam,
Our walks to the gates of heaven and back
Fima decided to wait for her without fail.
This is clear. Oh, Lord, how understandable ...

How sometimes I want separation
Not even for a while. But enough, I won't.
Tomorrow, it seems, grandchildren will come from the city.
Maybe Fima and I can master a simple miracle.

There will be evening, and tea on the veranda, and the wind,
Splashing in the willows on the slope near the cliff,
She will notice red-haired Fima out of the corner of her eye,
He touches the light, and in the morning he wakes up happy.

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