Сегодня, ребята, День Рождения Ильи Валерьевича Кормильцева. Если...

Today, guys, is the birthday of Ilya Valerievich Kormiltsev.
If you don't know who it is ...
No, you probably know - if you've ever listened to "Nautilius", read "Fight Club" ... And much more.
On the occasion - my favorite poem.

in childhood
I often went to the forest
communicate with spirits

ancient Vogul spirits
tired of silence
turned a blind eye to that
that I was not a shaman

hundreds of years without an interlocutor
this - you know - not everyone can endure
with such a lack of communication
talk to a little boy
in glasses rewound with duct tape



in the ringing of mosquito wings
I could distinguish words in unfamiliar
but understandable language
with arms around
cold stone
left by a melted glacier
I listened to the sounds of songs
which spirits sang to me
memorized them
to make your

the spirits sang:
"go to the proud city
with high towers
full of white dead
tired people
who killed our shamans
pretend to be one of them
and avenge us
so that their spirits
there was no one to sing songs "

I am standing by the window
a proud city thawed by the heat
still believes that he is alive
but the time will come
and the moose will come out of the forest
and will roam the cracked asphalt
sniffing in disbelief at the smell
rusty steel and decaying flesh