Pieces of life ...
I remember how my mother screamed,
When I gave birth ...
From the joy that the name can give
To whom so waited !!!
Uncle Tolya with champagne and oranges ...
At home, at least, "roll the ball".
With a cry, the mother gave birth to a son,
And he already has an appetite!
In the taiga and waist in the snow
Early in the morning before school through the night ...
So far, I can not say,
Could she help me?
What they taught, I do not remember already.
Only the road and night, and the moon ...
A long way-all of the study's plot,
And the silent taiga is shrouded ...
I remember geese in the sky high ...
It's cold, father is at the fire ...
"Do not shoot, they're so far away ..."
And more about them with the mother.
I do not remember my first flight
To the mainland.
There was an IL-14, such a plane ...
There was a cry!
A cucumber, of course, smells like a cucumber.
This smell, bringing home,
That the backpack was filled by my father,
Caught the smelt in the winter!
(Kolyma residents will understand)
I'm nine years old ... and the first love ...
And blood beats.
And the first verse,
The world is quiet from the unexpected ...
First cigarette and secret ...
And my father, ready to scold.
Not on purpose, but not by accident
I lit a cigarette and did not throw it ...
And the first dance is wet hands
Thoughts of different,
And next door
The life of an adult vanity ...
Another stage ...
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go