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Футбольный мяч в окно влетел со звоном,
и врассыпную разбежались дети.
Приемник на столе ревел Кобзоном.
И в салочки играл с листвою ветер.
По улице проехала машина
и окатила тротуар водой из бака.
В лучах заката вспыхнула витрина.
Проснулась и залаяла собака.
А за окном уже темнело небо,
и мяч в углу валялся беспризорный.
Кончался день, который был... (иль не был).
И тихо проявлялись в небе звёзды.
Стекло, пугая страшными зубами,
глядело на старушек у подъезда.
А те месили тайны меж дворами
и воплощали в жизнь решенья съезда.
Толпа вдруг неожиданно созрела,
достигнув в душах вскоре абсолюта.
Все, радостно крича “Ура!”, глазели
на вспышки первомайского салюта.
More about creation background and etc ...
4 авг. 1995 г.
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