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К 90-летию со дня рождения
Эльдара Александровича Рязанова
В косых лучах большого листопада
по парку шёл бродяга средних лет.
В одной руке мужчина нёс лампаду,
в другой сжимал видавший славу плед.
Как говорят, где рвётся там и тонко.
Так нужно было ангелам листвы.
Ища пристанище, он увидал котенка.
И разом сжёг… Нет не листву. Мосты.
Звучали марши в плавных ритмах вальсов.
Аллергик на котов… сложил он плед
под лавкой: «Боже правый! Сжался!» –
и путь продолжил, кутаясь в жилет.
Кто разъяснит: зачем бродяге лампа?
Он сам не знал. Он слепо верил в свет.
Котёнок спал. Подрагивала лапа.
А парк тонул, в взбесившейся листве.
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