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EAGLES

The pale, gloomy sun
Hid behind the Bald Mountain.
Nice kids, eagles
Crying in the hut raw.
Face hiding in the winches
The old borealis
Eagles cry from the cold:
“Mom, come warm!”

Eagles look at the stars:
How far they are ...
Bread last crumbs
They drag the Prussians under the table.
Watch portraits with reproaches
Doors slam the wind
Eagles cry from hunger:
“Mom, come feed!”

There, across the river Currant
Monsters evil live.
Three-headed snakes are grinning,
The eagles are not allowed to sleep.
At midnight in the window shamelessly
Baba Yaga will fly.
Eagles cry - they are afraid:
“Mom, come protect!”

And on the old TV
They spin the series again:
There dad came back with presents,
The children hugged, caressed.
How much childish joy:
Dad brought a loaf!
Eagles cry with envy:
“Mom, come caress!”

And in the afternoon all sorts of different aunties
In the house crowded with a wreath
Mom was put in a box
And dug in the sand.
Neighbor grandmothers howled
The people who came cried.
Eagles cry for mother
But mom will not come!

They lay down in an iron crib,
Firmly squeeze the teddy bear.
Tears will die useless
And with my mother forever fall asleep ...
And they will be beautiful
In a fabulous, bright country,
Where will they be happy
With mom walk on the grass ...