(c) Sergey Frolov.
Balashov
To sleep or not to sleep - that is the question!
I don't know the answer to that.
The wind carried my heap of thoughts back.
Who knows, I'll wait until dawn.
* * *
Night, tomorrow will be day,
and There will be questions and answers again.
And again too lazy to go to work,
to listen to someone's advice.
Advice is not needed.
I am the one with the mustache!
The answers are not important.
We'll figure it out ourselves.
* * *
Flesh from flesh, blood from blood.
Our whole life - why Bole.
Where should I run from this pain?
There, probably, in an open field.
* * *
There is no white light outside the windows,
It's night outside the windows.What a pity that there is no light,
because the darkness will drive thoughts away.
But it’s okay, I’ll wait until dawn,
no matter how long the night may be.
I don't care about any of this.
While I was writing, the night had already floated away.
Dawn. Cold sun light.
Winter has begun to approach.
There is nothing completely bad in life,
I'll finish the poem by spring.
* * *
There is no more love, love is dead.
And there is no happiness. The melancholy has passed.
And so all life will burn to the ground
in those gray everyday life of revenge and evil.
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* * *
We languish in the dark night
I stand at a crossroads.
What we don’t know, we create!
He gave up on his life...
Falling asleep - no desire to sleep,
not sleeping - even more sad.
My whole life will pass - I won’t return it;
It’s not a pity - she won’t be happy.
* * *
Night, twilight, alarm light.
You are waiting for happiness, but there is none.
You will freeze on the eve of the end -
there is no end in sight (after Budunets).
* * *
There is no need to expect from that life
mercy, pity, forgiveness.
And you will not go to another world
Without pity, you will be tormented by doubts.
* * *
I hear rustling outside the windows.
Once, the engine started.
I can't unravel the heap of my life,
do not take away this shame from me.
* * *
Born under the sign of Gemini
I'm on the day of the week - Monday.
Oh-oh, wait until the end
for me in this life, I am a slacker!
* * *
I'm not having funjoke -
and suddenly I realize that everything is in vain.
One free minute
I will feel: life is beautiful.
* * *
Sleep away - because morning is soon.
It's raining, the wind is noisy outside the window.
And I hear the rustling of branches there
(that poet who doesn’t sleep all night).
31.7 - 1.8.2000
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(c) EmRis.
Bezhetsk.
You know that people have not become kinder,
Hearing words flying from the sky.
The earth shook with cries of “Kill!”
The grass was covered with bloody dew.
Fanatics of the faith, long gone,
In the name of what is blood being shed,
Killing compassion and pity in yourself,
They try to reach Paradise again and again.
And somewhere there are kids frolicking with all their might,
And feeds the gullible birds with crumbs,
Without hearing Pobedny’s cry: “Hurray!”
Without feeling the cold of eternal borders...
And the dome of heaven moves slowly,
And again the grain is ripening in the fields.
And people live in anticipation of miracles,
Which Fate presents to them.
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(c) Alexey KuBrack.
Staritsa.
Tomorrow.
When will tomorrow come?
O this wonderful world!
Thereall people are happy
And peace there lord.
I ask, people?
And they keep telling me:
"So Tomorrow Will Be Tomorrow!
And what is there not to understand?”
And then tomorrow comes.
Where is the wonderful world?
And they keep telling me: “So tomorrow!
So tomorrow there will be peace!"
O this wonderful island,
Beautiful, wonderful world,
When will you arrive?
When are your rights?
When?
(Tomorrow 2)
When is tomorrow?
But still, when?
The tiger knows about this
Lying by the pond.
And also knows it
Big furry lion
But the roe deer also knows
Turning gray with fear.
Ask the lamb
And also near the grass,
But, maybe with a mouse,
Or maybe from an owl.
Ask the man
And he will answer you:
“What the hell is Tomorrow?!”
Go to hell!"
Let's forgive him for his rudeness,
After all, he himself does not know...
How come you haven’t started yet?!
Ask yourself!
Don't let you answer
But think about it, friend!
And maybe you will answer,
And if not, go for a circle.
Read it carefully
Once again this verse
Then you will answer
And if not, forgive me.
1.7.2000.
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