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               в 84-й день рождения Высоцкого

Я не хотел нарушить тишину,

но вспоминал прошедший век, а там грохочет.

И я смотрю назад сквозь тре

                                          щину.

Она разверзлась и смыкаться вновь не хочет.


Я был не прав, наверное, друзья,

крича о правде, разрывая связки.

Я думал криком распугать «нельзя»

и выдернуть из крыльев все булавки.


Ну а теперь, как зверь, гляжу в разлом,

в котором вижу страх и профиль зверя.

И жду, что кто-то брякнет: «Поделом»…

Но я отвечу, стиснув зубы, словом: «Верю!»


Да, верю, даже там, где веры нет,

там, где не слышат шёпота и крика.

И чудо ли, но из разлома свет

сочится, и видны на небе блики.

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