Yury Iosifovich Vizbor. (№ 307981)

The husband comes, darkness guruma,
Ahead bears belly
In the sweat suit
The TV goes.
My hand lays on his back -
Wow, would not touch me,
Unloved, unloved,
Nelyubimogo mine.
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I stare at the road -
A month on sky go.
The day passed - and the glory of God,
That's really new is coming.
I need somewhere to go, whether that
To good people and the grass...
I'm alone in the open field,
In a crowded city of Moscow.