Alexander Semenovich Kushner. (№ 196198)

To the door will fall down one shoulder,
The room will become, rattling the key.
I and hundreds of thousands of years
In the dark find hand light.
Room.
A creaking Board.
The quadrangular depression.
My circle of wandering in polumgla.
Fiery sun on the table.
Once a year, rushing to the station
I am one of those who rarely left.
As I leave? Where will you go?
Holidays are times of the year.
Ten meters of peaceful living,
My, my love, anxieties,-
Form of urban life,
Standing across the roads.