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© Copyright Dmitrij Rudikov
Email: mystic@com2com.ru
Date: 24 mar 1999
Stihotvorenie predlozheno na nominirovanie v "Teneta-98"
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Osennij vecher nepogozhij
I veter obdiraet sad.
Sredi dorogi shnl prohozhij
On shel kuda glaza glyadyat.
Doroga lentoj izvivayas'
Bezhit sredi derev'ev vdal'.
A On shagaet, prigibayas',
I na chele ego pechal'.
Ustal nash Putnik, pozdnij vecher,
sgustilas' t'ma, a put' dalek.
Sverknul tut vdrug emu navstrechu
V nochi mercavshij ogonek.
I dver' otkryl monah surovyj
I predlozhil emu - "Pojdem.
Izdaleka ty, zdes' ty novyj.
Obsohneshch' hot' pered ognem..."
Stoit monah, a Putnik ryadom
U pechki sgorbivshis' sidit.
Prohozhego okinuv vzglyadom
Starik pechal'no govorit:
"Kakuyu cel' sebe postavil,
chto v zhizni hochesh' otyskat'?
I doma na kogo ostavil
Lyubimuyu starushku mat'?
Est' mnogo mest na belom svete,
Gde ty najdesh' sebe priyut.
No znaj druzhok, na vsej planete
kak doma - tak tebya ne zhdut."
...
Siyaet solnce, svezhij veter
Vse oblaka unes doloj.
SHagaet Putnik bodr i vesel
On vozvrashchaetsya domoj...
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