6
day passed, as always:
In a quiet madness.
Everyone said circle
About diseases, doctors and medicines.
On the service told one,
Other - for Christ,
On the newspaper - the fourth.
two poet (fans Pushkin)
Books sent
With plenty of Rhyming and sizes.
girl students sent
Manuscript with cloud epigraphs
(Of Nadson and the Symbolists).
After - the ringing phone -
The messenger handed the envelope,
Scented strangers spirits.
Roses put on the table,
It was written in a note,
And they had to put on the table…
After - penmate,
Before the eyes sunk in his beard,
About laments the southern Croats
I talked for a long time.
Critic, trashing futurism,
symbolism shpynyat,
concluding realism.
In the cinema in the evening
Noble Baron kissing under a palm tree
With low rank lady,
It to himself raising…
Everything was in excellent order.
He fell asleep in the evening
And I woke up in another country.
Neither cold morning,
No other word,
Neither the ladies roses,
No futurist manifesto,
Neither poetry pushkinyantsa,
No barking dog,
Neither the roar Telezhnyy, –
Nothing, nothing
The world could not return…
