Those who
are dear and loved
suddenly,
irrevocably,
hopelessly leave ...
How difficult it is to
survive through the hearts of people,
And to realize ...
(almost
impossible ...)
When, it seemed,
Youth was a flourishing,
And
there were so many ways ahead ...
But it burned out
bright light of the sunset ,
And only one
"open" way for them ...
Without a trace he will hide the
white snow burden of the
past years
and days long past, The race has been completed by a
short life
... The
Lord, apparently, is
taking the best
In one courtyard, which had been
living for one year, the one-eyed and earless cat lived
. Moreover, his tail was broken.
And his paw was crooked from his hip.
A cat walked, as if bouncing,
And his nickname was - Freak.
All children who played in the yard,
Kota touch was a strict ban.
From all sides that cat was persecuted,
But he seemed to love everyone and everything,
And whoever drove him away with stones -
He rubbed and murmured about those feet.
And the janitor, even if she was in her years, -
Sometimes she poured out of a hose on a cat,
And he humbly under a stream of mock, To
flee seemed to be unaware.
Especially that cat of children loved -
Stremglav ran to them, screaming joyfully ...
And whoever took it in his hands, -
He sucked a blouse or a button.
Once the cat ran into dogs:
One girl saw how
Two terrible dogs tormented him at once,
To the cutting sound command "face!" Running
fearlessly, the girl
grabbed the half-dead cat:
He was suffocating, he was barely breathing,
And his face crossed the trail of tears.
She ran him home running,
After all, the cat was still almost alive,
And the cat was trying to purr at that moment
And even suck her button.
He died with a girl in his arms ... A
golden eye looked at the clouds ...
And for a long time at her porch
She sat looking at him.
And compassion instantly revealed to her -
And she made the girl kind, -
What kind of ugliness even cats
There is infinite love
.
Once they knocked on me,
Two girls are standing nearby.
They only asked for bread,
And I could not refuse.
I took out bread and sweets,
I asked, where is their mother?
The girls lowered their eyes:
- And mom is in a binge again.
And she does not care about her daughters, the
Soul does not hurt children.
Alien men come,
And vodka eclipses the whole mind.
The children did not see the toys,
They did not know love in life.
Only beatings and swearing,
And mother does not need at all.
I traded children for vodka,
As if some goods, I
forgot how I gave birth in agony,
Then I just betrayed.
She doesn't care if her daughters are dressed,
And is there anything to eat at home.
If only there would be money for vodka,
And then - at least burn with fire!
But there is no resentment in children's eyes:
- And my mother is good, they tell me.
They love her in spite of everything,
And wait for maternal love.
They wanted to hug them so much ...
Or maybe ... To pick them up?
But the thought pricked like a needle,
But who will give so easily?
I entered my daughter’s room. I
took a couple of children's toys.
And gave it to the girls, Covering a
tear in her eyes.
They smiled trustingly ...
For a moment their eyes shone,
- Thank you! They said, and then,
holding on to the handles they left me.
She embraced her daughter ... How can you call your mother the one who
traded children for vodka?
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