ради таких неистово хочется жить скручивать и обрезать...

for the sake of such passionately want
live
twist and trim your
life at the root
and out of scraps for him to sew blankets
and shelter him from longing and grief
only with such always and everywhere
- "like at home" -
and on the bench in winter and in
dorm for 20
and everything except them
tight coma
not to woo them
to kiss
because of such at night you sit on
trains,
so that at least a day about them is not
think
but you carry in yourself
smuggling through cities
these are those with whom you -
ugly fool
for such a death fight. this
war
all non- and all possible
enter the shelves
and at the temple around the clock
cock
mad at the coldness and
send on ..
and then, trembling, you remember
like kissing in the corners
this morning eating porridge and
wrung out
so hugs you want yourself
next to the floor to dig in
without them it turns out that life
does not work
without them, the best.
I want to
die.

Ksyusha Novikova