Он жил как все: работа, дом, Друзья, сиамский...

He lived like everyone else: work, home,
Friends, Siamese cat ...
I liked jokingly pronouncing
Words on the contrary
Loved barefoot in the snow

From the breathable steam room
And spoke on Thursdays
What a weekend soon ...
Loved the Garden Ring
At night, the headlights flicker ...
Loved the smell of rain
July sidewalk ...
Loved her handful of years ...
Blue eyes and flax hair ...
But there is a family, and here ...
Yes, here everything somehow did not grow together ...
He ran every day in the morning
To the bureaucratic yellow house ...
With strawberry yogurt, umbrella,
Bananas, cake ...
I ran to where the doors are in a row
Where's the white nurse
Where everything smells like bleach
From the curtain to the table ...
Where are the droppers sentry
Since midnight they stand ...
And the heart is tearing, tearing to pieces
Native favorite look ...
"... she does not remember anything ...
No, it will not work ...
Yes, everything is stable ... Nobody
She will not know"...
Wrinkles years, hospital quiet
And my mother’s eyes
Scraps of phrases
"Home, baby! ...",
Treacherously tear ...
Span empty
And eagerly he inhales nicotine ...
Doctor’s words: “I can say
What a wonderful son you are! ...
But still she is you
Doesn't recognize at all
And no one will notice that
Today will not come ...
Could you be too late
After all, young, spring ... "
"Thank you, doctor, only now -
I remember who she is ... "