Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 263775)

Early spring is difficult to distinguish from late autumn - forest such as black in a field of grass withered, dry, in puddles of icy water, in the sky, empty and still, but clouds, crows and magpies, no one. Cucumbers, like in autumn, salted, and store water, chemical fertilizers and soft grades of plastics, and they were not grown in the beds, and in a huge glass reactors. Brandy, which last fall left... Even the cough is still winter, but it is necessary to blow warm and humid wind, as the mood begins to rise higher, higher and higher, and, rising, poured up there, with all the colors of the rainbow. I want to sing, to splash through the puddles and shout your mood: fly even higher and higher... and it flies and disappears somewhere behind the clouds, and you remain here on earth, with soggy feet, a runny nose, awakened flies, allergic to some pollen, mortgage, half-eaten pickle and an empty bottle of brandy.