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Кларнетистка
Синий вагон метро
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А девушка играла на кларнете...
А я чесал чуть ниже этажом
сквозь шорохи загадочные лета.
Так просто шёл: не фраер, не пижон.
Так просто шёл обычною походкой
без дела, без эмоций, в никуда.
Как вдруг разбужен трелью был короткой.
И пустота исчезла без следа.
Я стал другим, хоть с виду был всё тот же,
лишь головой ворочал, как шальной.
Я просто любопытствовал: - "Так кто же?.."
А звук пьянил, негромкий, но хмельной...
Второй этаж. Раскрытое окошко.
Лицо. Рука. Кларнет. Копна волос.
И я решил: - Ну, постою немножко...
А если честно – попросту прирос.
Я не хотел идти куда попало.
Я стал искать причину, повод, цель.
А девушка играла и играла
какой-то незнакомый мне концерт.
More about creation background and etc ...
8 февр. 2002 г.
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Автор исполнитель песни на мои стихи
Кац Григорий
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