The town of childhood By Robert Rozhdestvensky There lives a town, light as a dream, Covered with mud which flows like a stream. Water in river just looks like a glass. There is the town where we feel so far - Our childhood forever there had passed. One night from house I shall hurry on To railway station to buy a ticket form. May it would be once in million years: Please, give me ticket to chilhood, whereas... And the cashier tells me: Tickets no. What could I answer for these words, my friend? Where can I find other way to childs land? May be the only and righteous way - Is recollection in mind for today. Fairies live here, playing with winds. We fly together to the glorious dreams... Pine-trees - to heaven, and houses - to sun - Generous world, that suggested that for us. And softly Winter with cold and snow passed... This distant song grew weak for today, Cosy city - thank you for this play. We wouldnt come, dont try to expect. Weve grown elder and like the other ways. Please, just forgive us. Entrust us. Farewell.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 08:51:32 +0000
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