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Он шёл по коридору.
Ему плевали в спину.
Ему кричали в душу
и хлопали, смеясь.
Мой Б-г,.. с каким задором
ему желали сгинуть,
не ведая что рушат
единственную связь.
А он?... Упал и умер.
И небо потемнело.
И гром гремел с неделю.
И вспенились моря.
Пищали крысы в трюмах
и разом смыло смелых,
что скурвились,.. на деле
самих себя чморя.
А море прибывало,
и стали все молиться
(кто слов не знал в помине,
но что-то разумел)
испуганно и вяло
прося богов не злиться…
И буруны над ними
осыпались, как мел.
Прошли с тех пор столетья.
В похожих коридорах
сквозь крики, брань, сквозь зуммер,
пищащий с полчаса,
он шёл, гонимый плетью
невежества и вздора.
Потом упал и умер.
А дождь - не начался.
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