Boris Zakhoder. Zahoditi (№ 232235)

I waited a long time for spring!
Cold,
Slush,
Snow
In April!
Morning was barely audible
Timid little steps Cappel...
We did
That spring we will be pleased
And we,
Really,
Pleased:
How much snow for the night attack.
And all falls, falls, falls...
That seems to be the attack,
Or rather - the shooting:
White roads and buildings,
All the trees are like ghosts...
Here is
We have
Awakening
After a long wait...
When I life my curse
I hear a whisper:
- Do not rush.
You have my soul in thrall,
A prisoner of your own soul...