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Конец августа
В краю невыпавших дождей
Путь229
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Я встал с утра и выглянул в окно.
Светило солнце. Приближалась осень.
Травы пока зелёное сукно
спускалось к пруду. Было ровно восемь.
По небу мирно плыли облака,
а по дороге ехали машины.
Соседский кот из блюдечка лакал
и думал о сметане из кувшина.
Проехал бородатый почтальон,
скрипя своим большим велосипедом.
Кивком ему ответив на поклон,
заботливо тебя прикрыл я пледом.
А ты сказала мне, что я дурак,
сквозь сон. И там - кому-то улыбнулась.
Я взял кисет. Потом набил табак.
Сев на крыльцо, мы с утром затянулись.
Я докурил и плавки натянул,
пока ты спишь и не настала осень,
И к пруду я спустился, и нырнул,
и уток я вспугнул: их было восемь.
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17 авг. 1996 г.
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