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M.M.
Nad gorodom slavnym tem vremenem burnym
Vpolneba stoyali pozharom zakaty,
I polnilis' ulicy marshem bravurnym,
I angely byli, kak pticy, krylaty.

Mundiry, mundiry tekli po bul'varu,
My vyshli, my mashem s balkonov platkami,
Alina, Adel', Anzhelika, Lennara ---
I plylo nad gorodom rovnoe plamya.

Chut' mutnym kazalos' zerkal'noe nebo,
Sgoraya, kruzhilis' lilovye teni,
I gor'koe chuvstvo, goryachaya nebyl',
Rodivshis', tomilos' v ob`yat'yax sireni.

Zakat dotleval v nebesax. Vdrug temnelo,
Luna balerinoj vzletala na scenu,
A my vyshivali, lilovym i belym,
A vechnost', kak vystrel, promchalas' mgnovenno.

I tam, sred' nezrimyx pustot mirozdan'ya,
Gde prizrachnyj svet zastyvaet v ehfire,
Nemeet dusha i tomitsya soznan'e
Mechtoj o zabytom, nevedomom mire.

1994,96


Same poem in KOI8.
Return to Yulya Fridman.